going native

the model:

long bleached hair, smokey eyes, heels

she is talking loudly, laughing loudly
an extrovert to the fullest

she loves being looked at
she loves being assured

i'm too dark... i look green
while tilting her head just so so the sunlight highlights her face
i'm too fat
while tucking into her chocolate cake and sugary tea
my lids were cut... can you tell
(she blinks at him letting him take a closer look)

snap

the photographer:

overweight, glasses, oily hair

trained from years of nights clicking through albums of dolled up posers
he knows their moves
knows what girls six years younger than him want
knows what they want him to think they think about love
knows what they truly think about love

ahh...
love
always the conversation starter

they open a magazine (japanese)
start commenting on
the furniture
the tiles
the flowers
the girls

(were just another object in the frame
a puzzle piece that happened to have breasts hair and makeup)

"like this!! i want to look like this!! sehxy but not slutty" (loud, taiwanese english)
he just laughs
"anything's possible"
translation:
"dream on honey"

they leave and i can finally hear that the coffee shop is playing i'm all out of love

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they both pull out their playstations
short hair, glasses, ignoring their food

eyes locked, hands clutching the game machine, thumbs moving with a fluidity aquired from hours of practice

he's eight
he's twenty eight