Tapping against the
And tell your mother
I wanted to leave years ago.
Tell her the the things you heard.
Tell her the things you wanted then
and the things you want now.
Tell her what happened, and tell her who I am.
She will ask
so how do you feel about her or what about now?
And I will be sitting transparent on your hard wood floor
soaking in your eye's lashes and the
way the line of your spewing lips moves.
as I respond by
attacking your books.
You get up and gasp.
She repeats, “what happened?”
I smile flickering like a screen for you.
And it was worth it
curling on the stream.
It was worth it.