I was three
She decided that she'd rather be free
Or we
She decided that we'd rather be free
I was six and she'd get clean
For him
For us
For her?      
For her
That was the right answer
I was nine and a twitch was all she could muster
For me        
and them
and her
and us
I was twelve and I told her I'd rather be a gap and a mean.
A scrap of white where the crayon slipped over.          
For me
and only me
Maybe when I'm thirty
I'll have it down pat        
Maybe three year gaps and the voices between                
Will steal your soul and unravel your seams
Maybe I lied and maybe I didn't
and maybe
all I really want
is
a
dream