back straight, legs crossed
ears dripping gold hoops
rich dress fluttering in the wind
cigarette held between your fingers
with poise and elegance
like an accessory
you’re fake, paper thin and boring
gaze flittering
won’t even look at your friends for long enough
like you have better things on your mind.
as if.
the picture of grace
make me feel too big
but you’re just a skeleton
you don’t eat
i search under my organs
and in my veins
trying to find sympathy—
feeling sorry for you changes nothing
you wouldn’t acknowledge me
if your life depended on it