I'm running down the street in my sister's prom gown yelling help me help me please won't someone help me and all around me are streamers and confetti with pretty strobes and background " Blue Bayou " on three Telecasters, bass, drums, and Farfisa, but it's like someone flips a switch and then I'm ripping down the same street purple eye-shadow with starsparkles, yellowy rouge, crimson lips super shiny, lime-green hot pants and black mesh stiletto heels glue-on 2-inch nails with ecological blowjob pictures on them and screaming stop him! stop him! for fuck's sake won't somebody and there's this cacophony glitterball garland/minnelli/madonna jumble soundtrack with underneath it all the main theme from Jaws and then again and now my lungs are cracking, my feet drag heavy stones, cinder blocks, anvils wheeze and stagger step knees knock and wobble it's a polkadot housedress that shows my big tummy it rides up above the roll of my nylons I scream save me he's after me he's got my he took my he's going to please please I can't breathe, please and Perry Como's voice is going on in that sleepy thing so sexy and my toes are pinching my breasts bob and flop smack against my chin get stuck between my knees it's a duet Rosey Clooney South Pacific but I'm only fourteen my Catholic school plaids pumping field hockey fast down with DMX MF Doom and Nelly funky white girl Jockstrap Saves, Fuzzy Crackhole, Eat My Brain, Meat Mallets, Siarnese Quadruplets, Sleater-Kinney, Be Good Tanyas, Sex Pastels, too cool for you, too cool for myself, crying mommy hurry he won't stop I'm alone I'm scared he just smiled I just smiled back I can't get away can't get away wicked pipes like Gypsies or Dervishes street full of broken glass my burka fights my body the elders want my clitoris I cry to them, to their goodness I cry to my mother I cry love I cry mercy I cry to Allah I cry peace I cry and cry something I think the sound of men talking drowns me out nothing calls back to me, no quiet breath of incense and honey, no consolation the women turn their backs I'm honey-brown lambada legs scarlet dress the boys and girls all want to feel me can't keep their hands off I got this samba thing, merengue, sweet with light flashing first, next, last tango but running so dark, Cuban heels, music everywhere people all over the street they just look, like, hey, baby, can I have some of that, where you goin' in such a rush, it's all like ¡Basta, haz que se acabe! ¡No puedo soportarlo! ¡Por favor! No puedo respirar, ayudame, ayudame , then all of a sudden it's more pretty, nice daylight I hear something behind me, people laughing, maybe, I'm running because everyone else is running I'm nine years old, it's 1972 big planes, the sky opens loud and orange my house goes funny colors barefoot on the road everyone barefoot running a hand or fierce hot wind comes and my clothes are gone I'm running my vagina so terror by an American shooting me with his camera no one can hear what I'm screaming, even me