the other miss America contestants
grumbling
about the winner
as they peel off
their gowns
and bathing suits,
scrubbing the layers of make
up off their faces.
i've been practicing my hula hoop
performance
for five years,
one girl says.
and me, the other girl says.
i was already to do my tap
dancing routine
to a compilation of songs from
Meet Me In St. Louis.
we had no chance against
this broad,
the others chime in,
putting down
their juggling balls
and rabbits
for magic tricks.
a raggedy doll used by
the ventriloquist.
she never even used one piece
of duct tape
to hold herself up.
smart, tall, blonde, beautiful.
for God's sake, she flies fighter
jets for the military,
and graduated from Harvard.
and now she's doing
cancer research.
and she's a nice person
on top of that. we had no shot
against her.
i hate her, i really do.
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