I was having a cigarette
When the clerk asked me
Check the box, she says
Check the box
Beauty or Other
I heard about the box
But part of me thought
It might be a celestial myth
The Beauty Box
The boogeyman of souls
In processing
I'd been waiting seventy-three years to be born
Small in the grand scheme of things
I have a friend who's been waiting eight hundred years
But they want him to give up drinking first
And he won't do it
Anyway, I got the letter saying I'm in
And so I go to the office
At around 5am China time
Because I guess I was going to China
And that's when they have me fill out the form
And that's when I see the Beauty Box
Now here's the thing
The Beauty Box is the box you check
If you want to be beautiful
But nothing else
Strictly beautiful
And that's all you get
Now, if you check 'Other'
You might still be beautiful
But it's not a guarantee
What IS a gaurantee is that you'll be something
Other than beautiful
Maybe smart, maybe talented
Maybe exceptionally kind
Who the fuck knows?
Point is, you'll be something
But it isn't necessarily going to be smoking hot
Got it?
Okay
So I'm looking at this box
And I don't have much time
Because down on Earth
My mom's going into labor
But I can't...
I mean, it seems like a no-brainer, right?
Or maybe it doesn't
Depending on who you are
Maybe some people might say
If you get the chance to be beautiful
You take it and run
And don't worry about that other stuff
Because beautiful people have it easier
Then maybe some other people might say
That by checking 'Other' you might end up
Being the guy to cure cancer
Or be a world-famous oboe player
Or something
And who cares if you're beautiful
When you can do shit like that?
Point is I didn't know what I was gonna do
I didn't know what to prefer, as you might say
So I'm just sitting there
In the processing office
My cigarette turning into ash
Falling into these nice little ashtrays they have there
Shaped like angels
Ash goes right through the halo
Into this hollowed-out harp
Ain't that cute?
I don't know where they get 'em
But they're cute
Anyway, I look across from me
And there's this little old guy sitting there
With his hat in his hands
Like a regular little cartoon guy or something
And I knew he was just getting back
Because he still had that nice pink color
That only babies and dead souls have
Soon as he looked at me
He knew what I was going to say
'Beauty box, right?' he says
'Yeah,' I say, 'Mind me asking what you picked?'
He licks his lips a little bit
Then he looks down at his hat
Like he's ashamed or something
'I checked the Beauty Box' he says
I can kinda tell
Even for a dead guy
He looks pretty good
And they usually don't get to Processing
Until around the third week
So that's saying something
'How'd it work out for you,' I ask him
He kinda shakes his head a little
Then says--
'I was always given kindness but I could never give it to others because I wasn't kind. I was always paid attention to but I could never offer anything because I was incapable of making conversation or making others laugh or think or feel anything. I was always offered opportunities but I couldn't take them because I had no ambition and no talent to speak of. There was always something wrong with me but I could never figure out what it was because I had no self-awareness. I was always loved but I could never love back. My whole life I felt like I was missing something, but I never knew what it was because everybody treated me like I had it all. If I were you, and I'm not you, but if I were--I wouldn't check that box.'
Then he said--
'Excuse me'
And got up to go
When it was time for me to be born
I went down to Earth
As a little girl
To a nice family in London
Not China
As I had originally thought
Geography has never been my strong suit
Which is ironic
Considering I'm going to grow up
To be a travel writer
Who still enjoys a cigarette
Every now and again
I didn't check the Beauty Box
But when my mother held me for the first time
And my dad looked down at me
You'd never know it
You'd never know
I didn't check it
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