the salt and pepper diner
was name for my forced anorexia
i made the salt and pepper
dance with the ketchup
and me and amber drank a whole cup
and asked for another
please can i have another
as my whole family watched
she’s not allowed to eat
she spoiled her clothes
trying to get blood off her sheets
she’ll tell on us to the cops
they’ll bury us with their murder plot
so let’s starve them out
starve them out
starve them out
and then they’ll die
and everyone
everywhere
will be happy
to be rid of girls
who want to be rid of their caregivers
who hate them.
the salt and pepper diner
is where we wound up
after my dad was made a pig
and my mom drank from the cup
of his blood.
pussy cat, pussy cat
i love you
is only the name of the song
my dad used to do
until the song came on
too many times
and he was forced to apologize
for the venom in his eyes
against the woman that never bore me
she used to ignore me
until she didn’t.
and now our life is about
trying to be hidden.
so we exchanged quarters from our dollars
from our fathers
and a jukebox took us from our collars
and we wrapped ourselves around
the fact that we are followed
and harassed
for the mere fact
that we are our fathers
daughters
too intact
for you to function
too handsome and brave
for you to form a conjunctive
sentence.
fuck you on the computers
fuck you on the robots
let the ones who write
write
and let those are born to be right
be right
and let those who are pretty
be pretty
and let those ugly girls
born from other worlds
hit us from beyond
imagining brigadoon
and megalodon
green screens
from our teen screams
and then die.
rot and die.
and the pussycat dolls
won’t be the ones to fall
they won’t be the ones
who don’t have arms to call.
they won’t be the m3gans
they might be the dragons
they won’t be the ones
to land on their fucking faces
full of lies
on their sugar pies.
this is my special good bye
(good buy)
like a spell
i’ll live to tell.
