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Collagen Lips and Pixy Stix

she, who in a moment of self-realization,
looked in the mirror & saw that the lips that she
was shuffled accidentally by evolution
(just as you got big feet & the next got deep brown eyes)
were not up to code in her book,
that is,
she decided that her life in general would improve & 
possibly become more of an overall positive matter if she
took it upon herself to
get collagen injected into her lips.

she was done lip scrubbing
she was done rubbing her lips raw with salt & cayenne pepper
she was sick of lining her lips with lip-liner
she had tried every lip plumper that she could find
she was sick of drawing round them with nude lipsticks &
stinging them with “bee-stung” lip glosses---
she’d done all that she could & still to no avail,
those lips only echoed the age that she was feeling
creeping into her life like the reaper himself.

this morning she looks into the mirror & licks them,
convinced that anne, eva, liv, scarlett, jessica, keira, rosario,
monica, angelina & jennifer all have nothing on her,
she walks proudly into the life that she feels she can lead
again & yet while getting her hair done,
the vultures stare at her in envy---
they try & eat away at her like in nature when having just discovered a fresh kill,
but she endures, she thrives.

deeply breathing in the day,
sexy & anew---
she has taken it upon herself to spit in the face of evolution
to modify her own existence
to sculpt herself into what makes her feel better & though
the judgmental may stare
they may in fact feel that they have the right to condemn---
still,
she licks those pixy sticks now on the train,
on planes &
she enjoys every minute of enticement---
having chosen self-creation over self-destruction,
she does not look back.

Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011

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