no matter how expensive the dress
I always feel the cheapness
as the photographer leers
"spread your legs wider"
and the flash of lights
that stark my eyes like razors
and burns me not me
into flimsy negative strips
until "no more"
and I rest even as he snaps me
holding a glass of water
suggestively
I drink and it burns my throat
(1989)
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