Magazines

I look inside the magazine.

I look up and down and read all the little letters.

The women are fit

They smile

They beckon.

I rip out the pages, slather them with glue,

doodles,

layer faces, body parts, places.

These magazines are full of worlds.

With perfection inside.

I want to be inside them.

I want to BE them.

Emulate each outfit

Take the advice

Use the top 10 tips.

But these magazines are just glossy paper.

Full of ink and letters.

Written by people as confused as the rest of us.