Being Marilyn

That steam-vent sent me soaring

into orbit and I haven't seen the floor since,

I just fell to the top of the city with a smile

and a wiggle.

Give me valium, coke, weed,

peroxide, lipstick, heels, chicken breasts,

botox, perfume, starvation, happiness,

a president and I am Marilyn.

Take it away and I'm gone.

I dream of boys. Dream of their black

hands squeezing my breasts, their rough,

weathered tongues licking down, down until

I'm covered in finger marks, faces with no names,

spit, sweat and I'm being ridden. Merry-go-round.

This is why she will live forever.