OTHER SIDE OF THE PAGE
This be
the poem
where according to your
reasoned suggestions
I deleted every word
considered superfluous
every image
that did not fit
so please let me
know if it
reads better, conforms
to your high standards
(you
could scribble your response
somewhere in
the margin
or on the other
side of the page).
AT THE HOUSE
OF COCO CHANEL
sorry
I ate all
your makeup
some tasted
caramel
some had a chocolate
flavour
most was just
generic pink
felt like
winning the lottery
and blowing it all
at the candy store
even ate the blue
leather bag everthing came in
a cross
between the taste of
blueberries and
the taste of
cow
but hey, now,
take a peep at my insides
and you might think
you are at a
disco
at the Moulin Rouge
with Miranda wears Prada
at the house
of Lagerfeld or
Coco Chanel
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