lies and lacewing bugs
all of our childhoods are shattered
when we grow
and we see our parents
were never who we thought
how can we be different
for our children
better
so we aren’t the first
to break their heart’s
the first to teach them distrust
when the air conditioner’s too cool
and you crave the warm outside air
I’m drinking coffee from a can,
but coffee’s always come in a can
like the ones we used as stilts
when we were twelve or eleven
and my best friend’s name started with K,
but her real one started with A
she never used that name until
she married a “man” who abused her
they had a daughter
who was born ill, now she’s eight
K now goes by K again
and has another daughter with another man
she has blue eyes and blond hair
not like her Mexican sister
the new man drives race cars
and makes friends with butterflies
it’s been too long since we’ve talked,
but I guess that’s what happens
we drift away until we all float alone
in the ocean, waiting to collide
