Kim Kardashian


Does it hurt when they turn the cameras on?
All that blinding light,
all that eyelash super glue numbness.
How long until they realize you’re alive?
Like a face emerging from the dark in every b-roll horror movie.
Will they scream or claim they knew it
the whole time?

You star mouthed glossy lid monarch
of American television.
They know about you in Alaska.
Even in the cold death, they find a way
to look at you
There’s something almost transcendent.

America doesn’t have a long attention span.
But this is how we do it, y’know.
Nobody has a past or future unless they can sell it.
Do loud noises still scare you?
They used to scare me.

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