dear mom,
i know it's been some time since our last talk.
i'm sorry i only call you when i need to cry.
life feels like a river lately, ebbing and flowing.
it's carving a canyon out of me.
i've been considering selling my teeth.
a buck per a molar might be an adventure.
it's all that's left of me to give.
you know i ache til i give.
a gum smile won't matter--
i plan on being alone. anyway,
if i think of my skin like a sweater
maybe i can be comfortable again
when i remember the world is cold.
each day i bathe in lavender
and light myself on fire
to see the smoke rings
make halos around my head.
i do it over and over and over and over
till everything feels alright.
at night i trek the vowelless lands
with rose petal band-aids covering my knees.
but when the thorns pierce, i practice my breathing.
mom, i haven't forgotten what you taught me.
someday i will die and come home.
maybe you won't recognize me then.
i guess that's the ambition.
i'm breaking my mirror
and letting go of superstition
so that i can make you proud again.
with love,
Lemon
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Lemon
Poetrythis is the story of a girl who's not so young anymore, but hasn't quite gotten used to being older. it's a story of looking at everyone else and looking at yourself and wondering "why can't i be happy?" it's a story about finding meaning in unexpec...
