eighth of an inch
deep
these days.
below that, who
knows what you're going
to get.
untie the knot
of skin
behind her head
holding her face
back
like a tambourine,
scrape off the make up,
the skin tight
plastic pants,
squeeze the Botox
out of her cheeks
and lips
and forehead,
strip the dye out of
the hair and
deflate the implants,
and there she is
in the flesh, down
to her factory parts
installed at birth.
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