Gliding through the club,
cheekbones aimed high
short skirt revealing
long long legs.
I survey the competition,
am I thinnest of all?
I’m definitely a semi-finalist.
Spot a guy
elbow his inattentive buddy
give a cat-like
nod of approval for his good deed.
That’s right, don’t miss this vision,
the title is mine.
If I can just stay
in this good lighting,
in my leg-amplifying heels,
I might be
fairest for a moment.
Try to ignore
other rooms,
other pageants, where
other contestants loom
clawing for my fleeting crown.