Watching you grow up has been
Like watching the batteries die
In the last flashlight between us
And the blackout;
You're mad at me but I
Told you to change them two
Weeks ago.
You've been keeping terrible secrets
On folded pieces of paper
And leaving them around:
-You wish you'd lived in New York
When those planes hit the towers.
-You've been trying for six months
To make your boyfriend leave you.
-You hate writers, instinctively-
I turned this over and saw you had not
Made an exception for me.
'Q