beauty theme park
by Francine DuBois

the drunk girls giggle
while clutching their drinks.
after having pretended to
surf down the escalator,
they gather in front
of the eye shadow booth.
turquoise or fuchsia?
taupe or vermilion?
they decide on the only sensible solution:
more tequila, more mai-tais,
more shopping for tube dresses
in stores that try to make you feel
you're drunk in NYC instead of drunk in the desert.

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