i am miss pennington's teacher's pet;

my mom was asexual - in our house of women.
the bathtub walls held buckets of toys,
things that floated in bubbles.
cake icing for breakfast-
i was alone the whole time.

the smell of the house is pot
but to me, i only remember
the bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits
while we sat on duct-taped boxes
of fragile china.

my first bedroom, my first orange cat.
they said i won the Eckerd's coloring contest
because of my crayolas;
i think it was in consolation -
i would never be seven again.

01/01/2006

Posted on 03/14/2007
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