a sting ray,
she says,
rubbing her hand along
her smooth
skin,
her lineless
cheeks
and forehead,
recently injected with
a heavy
dose of Botox.
she brushes back
the extensions of her long
blonde hair.
her breasts don't bounce
like they used to,
and
the visceral fat
has been
drained
from her now slender
waistline.
you'd have to do carbon
dating to
find her real age now.
you've changed i tell her.
i know she says.
but only
on the outside.
the inside is still the same.
do you want to drive
my car?
it's emerald green.
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