five year olds had dreams too-
and
i always wanted to be beautiful-
with rich wine spilled on my
ironed tuxedo,
instead of apple juice spilled on my
torn overalls.

i cried watching car commercials
it always felt like rubber tires drove out of
the orderly and square television world,
just to run all over my self worth
and
show me what i couldn't have.

television kills
a slow screaming death,
rumbling out of the surround sound system.