She thought she’d never need
the weight of shopping bags
cutting into her palms,
or the glint of city lights
splashing across a wine glass
in her manicured hand—
she thought these things
were for other people.

But here she is,
smiling in the photographs,
draped in silk and diamonds,
moving through rooms that gleam
with money and something colder.
The walls echo with laughter
that never quite reaches her.

She has everything ...