Mirroring the perfect image imperfectly,
the wanderer totters down the boulevard.

She has earned perfection.

Her silhouette is meager as the neon lights shine
into her sallow face.

All her hard work has paid off.

This is the mannequin
that practices the theorem of thinness.
The paper doll that desires to be desirable,
leaving much to be desired.

She walks with pride into the night.

And collapses.