The It Girl

the “it girl” what it is that she possesses our eyes just can’t seem to focus & drawn to her by others chattering by images plastered on the subway walls the billboards, the plywood walkways & spread-eagled all over the internet like flies on **** like flies on ****, empty like a jar of peanut butter been all licked out by one of those tattooed emo-art clichés who have cut their frenulum so as to stretch out their tongues in photos & to suck dicks all the way up the ladder of success, we’re still digging for some semblance of substance but she’ll be gone so quick like in an old time photo flash that by the time the powder has been swept away & our eyes have adjusted back to the presence of light we’ll be wondering where she went as the next one gets slid into her place with a new fragrance & a pretty face.