The right color eyes
the creamiest peachiest skin
not a golden hair out of place
a life set to music
Instagram, Immortalized on Facebook
envied by numberless aching hearts beating in bedazzled phones world wide.
I want to be that woman
who exists in perfection with the swipe of a finger
A command to Alexa an order to Siri
make me like that wonderful girl
that refined and delicious woman
who wants world peace and never has to open a door for herself
Hey Google, can you cut my muscles, rearrange my bones fill me with gel and fat until I’m a work of art too?
Can you make me sound like her, move like Her Alexa?
Will I be valid then Siri?
I want to be as real as her.
The girl who exists in perfection
with the swipe of a finger
against a plastic cover
on a bedazzled phone.