the observer
her job is to be a living barbie
the most develouped of all of us
with hips that could kill and a waist whos circumfrance could practically grasp with one hand
and a perfect skislope nose and light blue eyes
and empty dinner plates and rolled down sleves
and our job is to hate her for it.
but shell get pregnant and fall out of the loop
and leave a job opening behind
and wwll all pretend we were always there for her
and nothing has changed