the nail polishes all look like death when they perch like that demented birds, ripped beaks, snickering at me like tombstones. i told my mother to teach me how to apply my lipstick and she did. i was pretty and new. i was painted just. for. you. i mop and sweep and bake you a pie. and don’t i look like death doing it?
Cat Duffy is a twenty-year-old majoring in Photography and Video at SVA. She was raised in a Gorham, Maine (aka the middle of nowhere) where she read Sylvia Plath and Sherwood Anderson and planned her escape to New York City.