Thursday, September 9, 2010

Portrait of a Lady

Pity.
Pithy.
Beautiful girls.

Beautiful, beautiful girls.
Anxiety: an odor present in the sea of designer perfumes
And written all over their freshly made up faces.

Make up.
Only on the surface of the skin?
No.
Today—glorious!—they get to make up who they are.
Or who They want them to be.

Nameless faces.
Nameless, interchangeable, oh-so-beautiful faces.

A concept.
A construct.
A collage.
Of beautiful, beautiful girls.

Beautiful girls, struggling to become women.
Grappling, under the watchful eyes of Demi-elders—Demigods?—who know little more about that undefinable station than the seas of beautiful, beautiful girls They judge.

Judge by gossamer merits for Balkan letters.

Beautiful face
Designer dress
Couture shoes

Each voicing—without speaking—
Money
Legacy
Obedience

Worthiness?

Beautiful, beautiful girls in rows
Spoils to the winner?
Lambs to the slaughter…

Smiling, I pass
Unnoticed

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