A Mother’s Perspective
Are you a killer or are you a thief, a child in heels wearing
thin on the wine stained linoleum
or a woman in a wine shaped nightmare, a whore in babylon
with dancing bells
ringing and singing
or a virgin in white unsure of the way her father
loves her sleeping shape?
This, a worn out testament to the american dream,
where girls wear white socks and boys wear little girls as trophies
the mice in your books won't scare him away from your closet floor
as if the dripping glue of your wallpaper suctioned him
to the skin of your childhood and into the frame of your skeleton.
You, a temptress, Salome, whore, stealing innocent men
prancing horses cluttered walls rotating with all of your sins
demanding lives with your legs.