I sweep my soul under a dark red rug
At my mother's house.
I hide my teeth in the vase
That used to be so full
Of pretty flowers
If pretty flowers
Bloomed
When I was a kid.
I lose my rings
in the turquoise bathroom
With the paint peeling off.
I leave my nails
Under my bed
When I'm sleeping
So I don't scratch myself
When I toss
And turn.
And I cut my tongue
Flush it down the toilet
So I don't speak
When I shouldn't.
My heart
Is trapped
In my mother's closet
In the attic
The one that was my grandfather's.
So I asked my mother for the key
A while ago
But she said she lost it
Somewhere in the house.
I can't find the pieces
To make me whole
Under the rug,
In the sink,
Anymore.
