Telephoto Lens

They’re whispering

what a headcase

the small-town girl

turned out to be.

I anxiously wait

for some verdict.

My façade       sha-redded.

I knew I couldn’t keep

that sassy super chick act up.

Crystal sits me down

tells me I need to straighten up.

Stop my three C’s diet:

candy, coffee, cigarettes.

“And maybe give up

on the modeling thing.

It’s making you weird about food.”