She's not for you yet

pretty little thing

aged thirteen

still she plays with plastic dolls

on a worn sofa

the stench of old whiskey mixed with broccoli and dust

somewhere in the promised land

of lost Dreams

she dreams

of angels with crimson lipstick

and axes behind their back

Kim

aged fourteen now

she stomps on ants

her bedroom vomits posters of rock stars

but she won't forget

to go to church every Sunday like her mom and her aunt and

Dave who slaps his wife when his only white shirt

stinks of his own sweat

and old Jenna who doesn't understand

why her kind and sweet boy grew up to become a drug zombie

(since when has he had that hollow look in his eyes?)

but yes

she won't forget to go to church

and daydream of someone's wet lips

as she sings along with the chorus chastely-

she doesn't know it yet

but don't worry

we're getting her ready for you,

Future lover

Future husband,

soon

we will present you

with your very own

Wasted Woman copyright Millennium

to command.