Ode to Fiona
The boys thought they knew what she meant: “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
The boys only wanted to watch the music video — knee high socks, cotton briefs, heroin chic. They thought it was about sex. At thirteen, I saw it was about loneliness.
The only girl in the room with her eyes wide open, too wide open, crawling out of her skin at the thought of the room she’d found herself in. Radiohead but make it sultry, Tori…