You're like a carcinogen; you can scream at me when
I get my germs on your strawberry lipgloss, when I am
Too dubious in my gender to fall into place in your domino
World, all black and white and painted; sugarcoated.
Spidering across my arm with something sharp and
Sparkly as ice or that shadow you wear on your eyes when
You want to dazzle like a winter star; I can roll my sleeves down
So your friends don't stare when we go shopping.
Vocal cords as musically engineered as all of that glorious
Pulsing metal in Ferrari engines; I watch you sing, I watch you
Being skinny and perfect and flawless as a manufactured Disney
Princess child-star; please pour some of your heavenly light
Upon this loser who loves you.