It seems I have disappointed my mother yet again
year 21, still asleep
a crumpled heap on the linoleum
second one, smoking the air, convulsing, cheating
insects no longer retreating, I am a mess still bleeding
The one clouding thought of cheating mice teething
is bold, never ending, never fleeting
I'm sorry mom
it seems earth cant stop beating
i was only 9 when we were first meeting
Gone, left behind, I was only 9 left to be completing scenarios of
over-drinking, internal killing, suicidal over-eating
And yet i'm glad it's gone
forever done with the pleading
to be treating all of us as normal
August is done
Thank you, mom. My time here was fun.
