Poem 17 (39) -- In her bathroom lair,

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

 

In her bathroom lair,
My baby does her hair.
She plucks her eyebrows
With incessant care.
And when she dresses,
She impresses,
But it doesn’t cost a lot.
She shops vintage.
I don’t know where she gets it from,
But she definitely beats a different drum.
I may be wrong, but I will say
That she’s the face of the new LA.
I don’t mind that it takes her a while–
It’s all worth it to me,
‘Cause my girl’s got great style.

 

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