Ode to Tyra Banks; 30 lbs later

You fucking goddamned dreamer
Lounging in a bloodbath paradise.
Cuddling up with this rock and roll dream
And signing rent checks with x’s and o’s.

You get lost in a heat-wave of
Strippers and high class hookers
and toilet-bowls and heartaches
and some of these girls need to eat
and you know it
baby, you know better

You are glued to the TV set
and wonder why it’s so frustrating
because every girl wants to be a model
and an actress and a singer too
and you just want to be a size 5

You have everything
But a car crash
And you’ll fake it till you make it
In swap-meet frauda and Mossimo from Target

And you can’t stop wanting to turn sideways
Until you disappear completely.

Love Always,
LS