Emily See You Next Tuesday Thin
Ugliness does not age well
Not on a UK talk show
Not in a Chili’s
Not eleven years
Later
Not ever
Neither does starvation
Thinness
Nor Hollywood
Thin
Achieved
By injections
Or thimblefuls
Of bone broth
And punctuated
Punchlines
Of mirthless
Smiles
Covering
Bulimic
Broken
Teeth
You should have
Married
Pam
Pam would never
The Ugly Sister
You know you’re the ugly sister
When people remind you
When your mother
Can’t stand the sight of you
Fix your
Rat’s nest
You call hair
like
Your sister’s
Hair so beautiful
It requires
Two sets of her
senior pictures
To document
Her change from
Her David Lee Roth
Rockstar perm
To grown up
Straight hair
She’s so vain
She won’t
Ever know
This poem is about
Her
Don’t eat one
More Reese’s
Because you have
Diabetes
In your genes
Your jeans
Not like your sister
She’s
Emily
See you next Tuesday
Thin
Not like you
Pat your head like
A pet
…you’re cute
Though
Mom bought you
The Garfield
Shirt
“I hate cute”
The fat cat
And me
Not pretty
You know you’re the ugly sister
When people tell you how
Funny you are
Because comedy
Is your
Tragic vintage
Best served
With age
Funny because
Tragedy tastes better
In your mouth
As comedy
You’re
Brilliant
At turning
Sour grapes
Into fine wine
With time
The ugly sister
Vintner
