In The Bathrooms

Between classes
The girls by the mirrors
Are thin and blonde
Bronzed and made up
Like expensive models.
Against the walls
Eyes down
Not looking at
Mirrors or Models
The girls are pudgy
And curved like
Venus or Aphrodite.
They all disappear
Into the stalls
And wretch up
Cafeteria psuedo-food
But none of them
Hear each other.