Saturday, January 7, 2017

Either the
poised actress stepping out 
with a hand of help, 
in the evening gown, spilling down 
past adoring screams & flashes,
waving, kissing the air, 
selling her smile 
& right to have cellulite in a bikini
or the pop star 
who's had enough 
feeling like a display,
an animal 
in an inescapable exhibit, with her existence
behind the glass of screens,
waving one finger, cursing attention  
tumbling out of a vehicle 
with red eyes & no panties
saying fuck what you want her to be. 

.Laura Curren. 
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