heroine with an e

you say you are turned on but since when were you unplugged

i tell you no one's watching; you dismiss me with a shrug

but i go back and check my toothbrush for hairs every morning. you want something to parade at social functions

something pretty and of worth in your future echelons

but i've never sat in a store front window and i don't know if i could fake it now. you say i am out of hand

which is true

one thing out of your hand

is me

your heroine. my skin reflects the lot of implanted finery

and i puke up protein and shave my ass reflexively

magazines and gossip columns strew the coffee table like bonds. the act of sensing defines the paradigm of the other

by fitting in as such

such distinctions suffer

taking care not to raise my voice or blush

given issue. you say i am out of hand

which is true. one thing out of your hand

is me

your heroine. if you said you were turned on but since when were you unplugged

i tell you no one's watching

you dismiss me with a shrug

but i go back and check my toothbrush for hairs every morning. you say i am out of hand

which is true

the one thing out of your hand

is me

your heroine. you say i am out of hand

which is true

the one thing out of your hand

is me

your heroine. on my chest as if i'm crawling down the runway

i frost my lips and turn blue beneath the midway

i can pierce a room with my gaze and my arched back posture. you say i am out of hand

which is true

the one thing out of your hand

is me

your heroine.