|Cat Marnell, at home in Alphabet City|
When I’m “better” looking – healthier-seeming; ha -- I can get anything.
I march in with a sleep-glow and full makeup. Vicious. My bleached bulimia teeth gleam.
I’m all electric cigs and coconut.
•Park Avenue fangs
•dull green eyes that match money.
I've got coats made of bunny. I've got long human hair.
Always hunting season for Bambi. And I kill to wear.