the shutter clicks and the daydream mother fakes itnwith the perfect shape, designed for wantingna nameless taste takes hold across the nationnthe boys salivate and all the girls ape itnseasonally redefinednI try but cannot look awaynhourglassnnbut glossies fade and the lens is paid to wandernas the sands shift from top to bottomnand the airbrushed grace that kissed her face finds a younger matenand a million vets of manipulated passion wrinkle on nseasonally redefinednI try but cannot look awaynhourglass