In the classic fashion magazine,

The clothes hang just so upon the racks

And upon the starved women with their sunken eyes.

They’re always in Paris,

And I always see,

At least one whose been caught

Eyeing the pastry tray.

Her yearning gaze is wistful

Like that of the men who want to consume her,

And the women who long to look like her,

But she just pines for one apple dumpling

And a deserted alley to eat it in,

Where no one will see her shameful act.

-jenn