by Cassandra Latisse

Created on: November 25, 2009

look at them.

they're all three standing
in a little circle
whispering
one with her hands
around her boyfriend's waist

he looks lustily at her
making his little jokes
and smiling craftily

she plays with his hand
and doesn't remember
what happened last year.

-

look at the other.

always staring at everything
in technicolour retrospect
smearing on globs of make-up
in hopes
that someone will notice her
a little more

she does her little pirouettes
and shouts her thoughts
more than she should

modesty has become
something of the past
and shame has disappeared.

-

the third puts her nose in the air.

"I am glorious," she thinks
"I am the prettiest
and the nicest
and the smartest
I am the best."

what she really is
is like a crab
feeling that without
a shell

the soft inside
will wither away

-

vain.
immodest.
insecure.

p o p u l a r .

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