The Catalogue Model Fooled Me
When I was younger I used to think I would look
Exactly like that catalogue model if I had that pink coat,
And those fuchsia polka dot gloves, and that fur hat.
So I would buy them, but my hair would stay the same.
My face did not get younger,
And they simply did not look the same on me.
An epiphany I had the other day.
These models do not eat food.
They serve them wallpaper, and make them throw it back up.
I smile thinking of this as I stare at my pink coat
In size double zero that I could have never worn in my life.
I only ordered it, so the man on the
Other end of the phone would not laugh
When I gave him my actual size.
Dhramned catalogues anyway!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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