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.