French Manicure

If you remember, I used to wear last night’s mascara, 

2017 Dollskill, a spinning head,

and the number of a guy who thinks goth chicks are kinky

as medals the next morning, but

I'm a good girl 

for him. Fashion doesn't serve me half as well 

as a press on french manicure,

mall brand courtesy cleavage,

and that one store in soho 

that sells pretty whorish clothes

I’m pretty for no reason nowadays

there's no subculture excusing

my thigh high boots

There’s no statement–

Only him, showing me off at the bar,

a faux bride pretending to be

so innocent, so naive

so I whisper in his ear 

that my lingerie's the color of cocaine

that I can be a whole party, all the guests and liquor

that I have a lovely recipe for sugar cookies

that my favorite pet name he calls me is angel

and I bet I look easy as cherry pie

but my perfume’ll make his bed

smell like a vanilla wedding cake

and I sure am loving

my trophy wife internship

cause I don't care if I'm subversive, 

I just want to be hot