The Daydream Femme Fatale

The hook-nosed beauty queen of South Haven

Pluck my eyebrows down to nothing

I am all platinum hair and red lips

Lips, those thin lips,

Overdrawn, exaggerated

It’s not enough

Stuff cotton balls behind them

Like a silver screen siren

Or fill em up

At a Lisa Rinna gas pump

Being in a band can be trying


The 90s were your primetime

Tori, PJ & Bjork

On the cover of Q

Like Hayworth, Hepburne and Hepburn

(Courtney, the obvious Monroe)

But you,

You were Gloria Grahame

A dark star

Unforgettable in noir