Plain Jane

Plain Jane
Look at all the pretty
Pleasing things,
Waiting, safe inside.
Bursting to agree, nodding,
Sick and pink.
Nothing blue like you.
Look—
Look at all the things just waiting…

Muffins like rich sunflowers
Reaching for the sun.
The light erupting from the bird
Hungry for that blossom
Born inside the oven.
Burning in the oven.

Look
At what they have inside
Look
At all the vessels,
Pinpricked with the antiseptic
That they call The Pink House.

But I don’t want to go inside
I don’t
Want to be their latest fucking find—
A dolly like the donuts,
Pink and glazed,
Over sweet and sick.
Or like the kittens in there.
(Not like them at all)
Leashed by the very yarn they learn to play in

I want to wait outside
(So let me out of here)
I want
Just to play out in the rain
Plain Jane
Simply elaborate
No one gets her
(Do you?...)