Luyện nghe bài hát The Talent Contest

she sit the mirror, hanging mirrors on her
ears and spreads the spraypaint on the that
she her hair. She fills a crack, prepares her
nails like blood-dipped (they're dripping!)
Smears the lipstick, licks her lips and slips
her leopard skin--a plunging 'v' from to knees,
but seen, it's just suggested. Tonight she'll
make a plea for starving whales and disease
in trees. on T.V., she's longing for a 10 from
presentation, application, lubrication; she'd do
. . . anything to win. And Yang and Yin, the
juggling twins, come past her door to mild
applause and 5.4s and cleaning 'til lights
out. Funny Murray taps his worry beads and
the Tarot. She around and sneers. No com-
petition, superstition. ambition. She'd do any-
to win. And 834's her lucky number . . .