I was my mother's bad joke
she just didn't get me

She thought monogamy
Was a type of wood

All I knew about my father
Is that his seed didn't fall to the ground

My mother's friends were ******* me
Their cheap perfume stung my eyes

And burned my throat
As it made its way to my fragile lungs

When I grew older I had a woman
I loved very much

She ghosted me
Turning my heart to stone

To get away I took a trip to
The Petrified Forest asking why it was so afraid

I didn't need a death sentence
To let me know I was alive

So I turned around and went back home
To the place I hang my hat

I lived my life out naturally
Holding memories and a well-worn heart