plaisirs dénudés, pour alléger la lourdeur des jours à traîner...

[contradictoire]

there isn't much cookie dough in cookie dough ice cream --
thus eating straight out of the container is futile.
i think i look fabulous in last night's makeup, always
but dead chemicals don't feed the camera what it craves;
there is no evidence of my mysteriously flat stomach.
in five days' time i will attend a birthday dinner-party. i barely know the girl; i am a filler.
let's see if she got reservations first. she was born on december 25th but jesus
jesus is me and marie-claude and the girl next to me in physics
she's crazy she talks to herself she singsongs she's everything i used to be and a bit more
i hope i can meet her during the holidays.

french-women-don't-get-fat, i've read, so maybe i'll create myself a new persona
i need to go hunting today for feather-earrings
(but not for me; mine are wings)
i'd have to get out of my little dress though, and that's asking way too much of me.

i don't know about you, but during the holidays,
i will stare at pictures of beautiful people
hoping some of their glow shines on me
and i will draw draw draw furiously.
i might want to do something else though; i'm waiting for your suggestions.