I like to imagine Joan Smalls performing this poem as a spoken word piece in a large, dark theater and I’m the only one there and she’s looking directly into my eyes as she speaks.
Them
Models
aren’t just people
like you.
They have to feel things that you will never understand
is understanding living?
is breathing living?
is not eating living?
they can’t even talk
Models
have many lives
You will never be a model.
LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.