168. best in show *

I never understood her ways her manner on the phone or the face to face headgames. the girl is enamoured of all the world you’d say all of the world to herself – a world of red carpets, of cappuccinos, sunglasses: of mobiles & mentholated cigarettes, and margaritas on yachts with helipads would be hers. she would walk on high not for those sweet boys with aching loins but to garner shifty glances from diamond-dusted supermodels; so love her today drink to her beauty today for tomorrow desires her & she sweeps up the days, the years the worthless glitter of life in her ageless perfect hands.     (for Paris)