Bettie Page

I
Never really
Was the girl
Next door

And I took her home
A painting of Ms. Page
Spray painted
On to a gray backdrop
And a bright red heart
Bleeding in the corner
A perfect smile
Posed stencil
And a phrase
That grabbed my wrist
And took me on a trip

For I
Never was
The girl

You found in the magazines
Glossed over
Neatly pressed
With stenciled smile
And a gaze that never
Really went anywhere
I found myself in the shadows
Layered in gray
Words pressed against my palms
Bright red bleeding out poetry

I
Never was
The girl

To ask for you
To accept me
Bending around thumbs
Sass in each step
A stare that captured
Every word
Muttered until I danced
With gray and red
Twirling in loops
And I stood with a grin
With heart shaped lips

I never was
The
Girl next
Door