In this briefer draft, beginning with an explicit comparison to fashion models and continuing with details that feel tangentially linked to them, I want to read fashion models as the poem's true subject; the poem feels like it wants to say something about fashion models and says it by comparing them to mayflies. (I'm not sure what it wants to say, and the earlier draft, also, suggests that this is a misreading.)
That they can't eat is offered as one of the important things about fashion models strikes me as a joke--one that sympathizes with the models.
FWIW.
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