Midwest Orange White Girl

she couldn’t get a tan that would make the grade round prom time & so off to the cancer cocoons she went, cooking herself crisp & as orange as barbecued chicken--- after the prom & all of the comments on her appearance which beef up her ego, she decides that this look has to be the one that stays & on & on the routine continues throughout the year cooking herself until a perpetual nonhuman glow emits from her body 24/7 & at home, at night, nobody needs a night light anymore, because she can lead the way through the dark like a light stick that has just been cracked before being flung around at a rave--- inviting all the basal cell cancer, squamous cell carcinoma & melanoma, she goes to sleep displeased with her natural beauty, bathed in a tangerine tint & dreams of better days when she can walk in cali with her head held high.