On Why I'm Not a Supermodel
I fly fast and fierce
too high for emotion or fear
I swoop I jab I soar
He tells me "be pretty"
He thinks money, power, recognition
He thinks sex
I think if I were two inches taller
I could tell if that's a toupee
He says "Please honey
one more time"
He slimes "Stand up back straight chest out
I think if I were ten sizes thinner
I could slip through the linoleum and disappear
He screams "What the hell is this? the clothes don't fit?
do you want to be a fucking plus-size prettyface?"
a magazine is not a mirror
22 October 2000