I just want you to know that someone loves me, even if it isn’t me right now.

she's yelling in the bathroom
irrelevant complaints, conversations in full bloom
my ears are bleeding
I'm surprised the neighbors can't hear my head screaming
eyes open to singing, music pouring in through the cracked door
I swear, six more months, I won't be able to take it anymore

I think we'll be okay
she talks to me
I look at her
I close my eyes
I hold my breath
she's by my side
I exhale and she's still there

Margo was a car.
a Tahoe from Texas
and I felt at ease
whether asleep in the backseat
or playing DJ from the front
home was always changing
but I felt comfort in different states
and always alone.

his isolation was over-won by desperation
and he couldn't fit in, instead to conform
he tried to stand out
the outcast, alone.

they laughed, the feared, they snickered
"I'm going to drop kick him," one said
a mouth once full of praise now
barring teeth that housed a two-sided tongue.

I, Your mountain girl
Upon a hilltop
a maid of many names and labels
One called me trouble
A temporary placard
It changed three months past
My identity remained
Solitary moments I defined
A single characteristic
Of my entire being
Podcast girl of sorts
This is her
Never me