I glossed my teeth so I could smile,
vaselined, long enough for the losing.
Bore high heels with a bumble bee swimsuit.
I flew in with the swarm, toxic yet dizzying.
The men applauded, their moustached breaths
making me feel like a violated pornstar.
Age ten and sunbathing, searching for kinder vistas.
All father figures, saying they would take care of me.