discountI'm sick of finding my mother's things at thrift storesMore Like This
pictures on the walls of my old house that drew my eyes when i couldn't look at anything else
i can't stand the thought of some slug picking them up
and demanding a cheaper price
for the pictures i knew for over a decade,
now labeled "$2.99"
pretty, finally.i never had a childhood nicknameMore Like This
but i got a bad one when i was sixteen
it rang more like a chant
and it slammed my head into the ground.
i was pretty,
i wasn't sure what to do with that.
i would have probably stayed out of trouble
if i had never grown into my ears.
i was taken out
and brought in
then driven home
and never called for again.
it only hurt the first couple of times.
after that it was just awkward
and after that it was standard.
falling asleep was never easy,
always a ringing in my ears
as i was slowly forgetting
the name my mother gave me.