Pretty Girl Says:

Pretty Girl Says:

I’m not afraid of anything.
Once, I walked the yellow brick
road.
I don’t like yellow. I made it
pink.
Don’t ask me about eating, you won’t like my answer.
I think food is god’s way
of turning everything into
his own.
We’re all food, all edible.
There’s a cycle, see? You eat,
an organism eats you,
– unstable. No
one
stays.
Me?
I save the last dance for
the Corvette.
I tell the predator
to sing
for me.
I stop the night from
crashing
into the next one.
What do you do?
You wait?
That’s dumb.
You should move.
Faster.