Gwyneth Knows It Is Coming.

Common People don't know what it is like, to be Pretty and then feel it slipping away.

I look at myself in the mirror for hours: I can see every minute change.

I may not be able to control Age, but I can control staying Skinny.

Food is a Luxury my Sense of Style cannot afford.

Shall I part my hair behind? 

Do I dare to eat a Peach? 



For I have known them all already, known them all—

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons

And visits to the Spa

In Switzerland.


And would it have been worth it, after all,

Would it have been worth while,

After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,

After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor -

And this, and so much more?

I need my Assistant to bring my

Lorazepam.


I am Laslo.