little girls don’t deserve
this much attention

after school i would dream of sending one mass email to each man who thought they loved me. two words, I LIED, signed with my real name first and last, a school photo of me at 12 years old, and my address. they would all hop on their respective planes all red in the face. horny cause i’m even younger than they thought! rage. duped! they’d catch cabs to some seedy town in Los Angeles. they’d come with pitchforks and wrenches and burning torches. i’d answer the door in my tennis uniform and they would murder me for hours. they would dance and sing and string me up like christmas lights, declaring that day a holiday the day they conquered love and technology. i would be the happiest little girl in the world. all these men so accomplished because of me.