I'm feeling rebellious. One thing about writing is that you can become whoever you want to be, or, rather, slip out of your own life for just one second and enter into someone else's. It's nice, right? So poems that say fuck are never out of the question. Never, ever turn down an idea because it's too risqué.
inhale.
mom hates cigarettes.
but, fuck it after this one
there'll be another one.
then another after that.
and maybe, drink, drink
until the sun creeps it's
cheery fingers through
the hole in the wall.
and maybe stay out
and no, don't tell her
where you've been or
who you've slept with.
mom hates cigarettes.
and alcohol and sex and
everything that might
just take her baby away.
fuck it.
exhale.
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