Even pretty girls cry.
She told me I was lying.
As long as it abstains from poetic incoherence,
slaughterhouses, and pretty pigs in pretty wings.
Even pretty girls cry.
and momma lives in twilight,
where denial rings loudly.
“She’s gonna be a star. She’s gonna be a star.”
Even pretty girls cry.
He’s at it again.
and I think she’s convinced.
The milky fat oozes and slides from her hips.
and he eats it up.
Even pretty girls cry.
I’m starving and she’s dying.
Mia’s back to coloring again
and every pill’s a different color.
(2006)