Pretty Girls

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be alone”, he says

As his tongue skates on her collarbone

She’s never felt the love of a man, of a father

So she paints her face and oils her breasts

To work in a place where the men want to be called “daddy”

And as her naked body slides down silver poles like snakes on hot Arizona sand

She thinks of the monkey bars, and Father’s Day

But instead of macaroni picture frames

She’s giving away her insides, to a man who has a daughter of his own

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be alone”, he says

As he chokes her against the wall

She’s never felt the love of a man, of a father

So she ices her face and tries to get some rest

Because she’s carrying the baby of a man who wants to be called “daddy”

And as her swollen body slides to the ground like butter in a hot pan

She thinks of snow angels and being tucked in bed

While she’s living a nightmare      

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be alone”, he says

As he points the gun to his own head

She never felt the love of a man, of a father

So they paint her face,

and lay a cross between her breasts

To lie in a casket

 because he knew she was calling someone else “daddy”

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be alone”, the boys will say

His daughter will never feel the love of a man, of a father