it's the small
print that you have to read.
it's an air brushed world.
what lies
between the lines,
the smile. the house
on the hill,
the touched up
photo of a fake
family.
even the dog is an actor,
barking on cue.
it's a new car smell,
the scent
of chicken on the stove.
balloons
and clowns.
the cruise ship
of happiness
the promise
of perfume, of coffee,
of shoes
and shirts,
gloves.
and rings.
pick me
they all yell.
pick me and be happy.
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