I was the girl of the Golden West
Born to gold-diggers and assembly-line workers
Studs and narcissists
President Monroe and Clark Gable
A frigid fireball in a tight sweater
The Joan of Arc of cheesecake.
I was just mmmmm in the high school yearbook
Not A for Ability or B for Beauty
But M for mmmmm.
The high school dropout
After Tippy was shot by the neighbor on Hawthorne Street
And I sang "Jesus Loves Me, This I Know," at Sunday school
And RKO flashed in burning neon repetition
Through the orphanage windows.
I was the Third Blonde
Behind Betty Grable and June Haver
The confessin' glamour doll
Who became blonde-blonde, blonder than blonde
Honey, platinum, silver, white, golden, ash
But never dirty again.
I was the First Lady of Sex
A sex monster, broken sex
Freshly scrubbed sex, a sexless nympho
A tender mouse of sex
A slice of apple pie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream
I wanted to be Marie Antoinette and Jezebel.
I was The Girl upstairs
A dumb and sexy broad
In a slightly soiled blue baby-doll nightie
Eating lamb chops and cottage cheese
The sauntering soap opera on Nembutal
I was ten feet under water
A wall of thick cotton, a sloth
My face or hair or me.
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