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TV Girl

TV girl

Sells white smiles

And trim waists

And expensive clothing

And flawless makeup

And happiness

None of which

Have anything to do

With back pain medication

None of which

Belong to her.

But TV girl grins

Holds medication she hasn’t taken

Shows off her good side

Spouts facts she memorized

In the dim light of her apartment.

Looks for approval

From the grizzled man

Behind the camera.

Stands and acts pretty

Silent in the set

Hears the voiceover inside her head

Talking too fast

Saying too much

And not saying enough-

Side effects may include

Nausea, faintness, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and death-

Maybe she has taken the pills before.

TV girl plays with kids

Whose real mothers stand off to the side

Waiting for the shoot to finish

So they can go get ice cream

To celebrate.

When TV girl goes home

She melts

Into the tile floor of her bathroom.

She rests her head

On the toilet lid

Waits for emails

From casting directors

And agencies

That never come.

Scrolls for texts

From family

And friends

That never come.

And so, she rereads the old ones again.

She takes a test

From her online college course

And fails.

TV girl screams

Into the bag of chips

She took from the go-see

One week ago

That offered snacks

That real pretty girls don’t eat

But real humans

Have to eat.

TV girl

Looks at her reflection

On the screen

And wishes she could be

That girl.

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