the shutter clicks and the daydream mother fakes it with the perfect shape, designed for wanting a nameless taste takes hold across the nation the boys salivate and all the girls ape it I try but cannot look away
but glossies fade and the lens is paid to wander as the sands shift from top to bottom and the airbrushed grace that kissed her face finds a younger mate and a million vets of manipulated passion wrinkle on I try but cannot look away