What’s the point in trying to mimic sun kissed toothy grins like the waxy sheen of catalogs I would receive in the mail. I bought the clothes but I wanted to buy the bodies. Take over the mind like a host. disingenuous displays of arrogance and inauthenticity start to rot from the inside out. So I’ll accept the body I reside in. insufficient funds of affection as a transaction for embarrassing displays of vulnerability at my heart’s expense. Shove you out of the spotlight to do a little tap dance. One day
