when the secret gets out

na.

she found the best pair of shoes,

she found the best pair of kicks,

she found a shirt that matched the both of

em’ &

she was just

ecstatic,

to say the least---

but somewhere along the way,

before she even wore the combo,

before she got to leave the house,

before she got to

live that new day

sparkling on the inside as the

madam of all

orgiastic

consumption,

the secret got out.

 

she couldn’t place her finger on it,

just what “friend” found out & then

spread the rumor,

but now every woman she knows,

has a sense of where she got her deals &

more importantly, if they chose to,

now every woman that she knows

can get clothing at those places & now,

this american consuming beauty

needs to go back to the drawing board,

armed with her plastic &

the anger welling up within

from having ever trusted

anyone.