11-08-2019, 03:01 AM
Daffodils
They love their own reflections above all.
Painted pursing lips, contours, shadow tricks
mesmerize even their own eyes. Self enthralled,
they croon into the camera, “Magnifique!”
At night they coat their skin with retinol,
all day they starve to keep a gaunt physique.
They waste away while selling heart and soul
to time-stop fleeting youth for one more click.
They love their own reflections above all.
Painted pursing lips, contours, shadow tricks
mesmerize even their own eyes. Self enthralled,
they croon into the camera, “Magnifique!”
At night they coat their skin with retinol,
all day they starve to keep a gaunt physique.
They waste away while selling heart and soul
to time-stop fleeting youth for one more click.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara