if i can learn
neither to be alone
or to be with others
to play nicely
with the other children
by lack of mother's
teaching
(she never got along
with anyone)
what can i be?
i can make friends with
make believe
i can make friends with
the omnipresent dust
the whirling breeze
the freckle
on my shoulder
but i have made such good friends
with the empty
in me
and he has a bad case of
jealousy
...at least mother would be
proud