"I never said that I was beautiful but I
thought that I was pretty
at least a little,
at least enough to
save me the last sugar cube
and
leave the light on for me
at least pretty in that little orange
dress, and
under the yellow, red, green candy lights at the
roller rink
sweet, and lonely,
like a low hanging
mango
and no summer ants eating me from the inside but
I have cried too much tonight for
me not to be a princess
with her nightdress dipped in
hot snail slime and her
cloud heavy head on
the chopping block,
the stars are
crying so all the girls rolled up their jeans
and ran beside the old sheep dogs
ate their silver lockets whole
dipped their hair into
the magma heart of Mars and
melted like witches in Oz,
and fuck you,
get bent,
eat your heart out I will
never be a girl like
a girl is supposed to be."
