look, no more turkey skin

within five minutes
I know all about her plastic surgery.
her tummy tuck.
her divorces, all three of them.
her despicable current husband
with his hundred thousand
dollar truck.
i'm a size two now, she says,
standing up
and spinning around.
she shows me a picture
of her in her fat jeans,
shows me her shoes,
lined in her closet,
all jimmy choo.
shows me her corvette,
the white one and the blue one.
tells me
about her house, her income.
her debts. how life was
different, less fun,
when she was a brunette.
she shows me her chin, her neck.
no more turkey skin
hanging down,
she says.
my surgeon is the best.