GIRL MOTHER

i threw an impossible rubix cube

into orbit

launched it straight to the moon after hours, days, years of twisting it

with you

we’d be lining it up over here

then bleeding out the other side

You’ve seen my tampons in the trash

on every moon since 2010.

I was beached on a beer soaked coach

when you scooped and plopped me in your frat house bedroom

there were christmas light and tons of chairs

and a scull carved into the headboard.

I quit on you

I wanted to find a room of my own.

I never owned the pirate theme, I’m tired of hooks and knots and mermaids

My walls are white

My floors are clean