she's got a room full of wigs,
romance on the internet,
shatterglass wings,
doesn't care about politics.

she's got cartoons and ice cream and
sketches of aliens. she
dances to techno and
yells at her parents.

she holds hands in theaters and
sleeps at friends' houses and
wants to move somewhere
with bright sunny weather.

she won't watch the news 'cause
she dislikes the government.
she doesn't let that make things
any more complicated.

she wears coloured contacts and
headphones at all times. tinfoil
antennae intercepting radio
waves at the crowd and she

sings about love and she
flips her hair and she
blinks her blues and
she's sixteen and no one
can tell her what she can
and can't do.