Like many women,
I drink wine,
and pine for a size two figure,
while sneaking oil drenched bread
after midnight.

and, flip through images
of teenagers on stilts
whose line drawn thighs
render their vanishing points

They laugh and skip,
hand in hand
down cobblestone streets
in Paris or Japan.

and I sit in my soft chair
and hunger
for that second in time
when I was dumber.

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