Entropy
She lies inert,
in her hand the phone waits
static.
Wears a smile
like the other girls.
Hair straightened -
- salon shine,
because she’s worth it.
Perfect skin,
regular uniform teeth;
she flips
through Cosmopolitan magazine.
The phone rings;
‘…like,
…yeah,
…y’ know’
pink bubblegum tones.
She fits in
just like the other girls.