Flesh and Bones (Wow and Flutter Live @ Home)

Fishnet thighs
Drifting in the sky of stale gray
High as a kite
Strung by dirty lingerie

Blanket fort
Makeshift bed on hardwood floor
Bright stage lights
That curtain life she can’t afford

A little higher, lift her up a little higher
A little tighter, pull her corset strings a little tighter

Her skin hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She’s on a fast track)
Unheated home, rehearsing monologues alone
Latin honor on the corner wall
Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans

Lashes glued
Heels on but nothing from her usuals
Prada suits
Would any of these men buy a twenty-dollar lap dance
Smokey club
Lime on tequila, bottoms up
Can’t buy love
She just wants some gas station donuts

Glasses cleared
Her private education
They admire
This conversation
A little tired
This situation
A little dire

Her skin hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She’s on a fast track)
Unheated home, rehearsing monologues alone
Latin honor on the corner wall
Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans
Her skin hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She’s on a fast track)
Hunting zone, navigating dark nights on her own
On her crack-screen phone
Take the first train home