Little Red Corvette
I was a tease. I wore short skirts, pressed my body up against Craig's and grabbed his crotch, did as many things I could do as revenge for two weeks.
Craig confronted me that Friday at lunch. I came over to my table where I was sitting alone and stood over my food. "You've got to stop doing this."
"Doing what?" I say, as if I have no idea what I'm doing.
"Oh, don't act like that. You know what you're doing. Delia, I'm sorry! You know I am. This is just a silly game. You look like-- you look like-"
"Who do I look like?" I say, knowing fully well who I look like.
"Manny. Delia, I want you back. I want you. You. I'm sorry about what I did. Please, Delia, stop doing this now, I need you-"
I hold my hands up to stop him. "You're forgiven. My house, tonight. 7:30." I push him away and grin.
Paige sits down across from me. "Hun, I've been meaning to ask you this."
"What?"
"The wardrobe change... you look like Manny."
"I know. I had nothing else to wear!"
She laughed and dug into her salad.
Later that night, I changed into a pair of black jeans and my Oasis shirt. I sat down with my song lyrics and tabs and guitar and started playing and singing.
"you think i wouldn't have him
unless i could have him by the balls
you think i just dish it out
you don't think i take it at all
you think i am stronger
you think i walk taller than the rest
you think i'm usually wearing the pants
just 'cause i rarely wear a dress
well...
when you look at me
you see my purpose,
see my pride
you think i just saddle up my anger
and ride and ride and ride
you think i stand so firm
you think i sit so high on my trusty steed
let me tell you
i'm usually face down on the ground
when there's a stampede
i'm no heroine
at least, not last time i checked
i'm too easy to roll over
i'm too easy to wreck
i just write about
what i should have done
i just sing
what i wish i could say
and hope somewhere
some woman hears my music
and it helps her through her day
'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
i'm no heroine
i still answer to the other half of the race
i don't fool myself
like i fool you
i don't have the power
we just don't run this place"
I'm startled as the door opens and Craig walks in.
"I thought you were okay with me hearing you sing."
"I am, I guess. I was surprised."
"Oh." He walks around and plays around with my mini-armoire on my dresser opening all nine drawers.
"Craig. Craig, stop." He opens the last drawer and looks inside.
"No, Delia. Not again. Please, Delia." I get up and run outside.
Song is 'I'm No Heroine' by Ms. Ani Difranco