glamour girl
disorder of shame

suck it in
little americana
through weathered intent
shouldn't feel this
guilty, for the 
last oreo

i'm shedding
pounds with every
back bending over porcelin
glamour on the pages
of my next leather
yearbook

got haircut
like that movie star
says she doesn't diet any-
more. so i swallow
cases of slimfast
so slow

mirror spies
wranchy dirty little
teen: she's hiding her sad
Gertrude eyes behind her
magazine. one more
nasty purge

thirty pounds
underweight, ten more to
go. tardy boys know all the names
of pretty prom queens, slutty 
dreams, and that blonde
cheerleader

looking for
america, on bottom of
toilet bowl. covering with sweat
suits and waiting for my
turn. gonna be
pretty,
someday.

05-02-97

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