behind closed doors

and cinder block walls

your drunk face spits

words you cannot take back

tomorrow you deny

that you could ever

be such a fool

and say such things.

i remember the boy who called me

his daisy

and i remember another who would call me

tiger lily.

in my mother’s eyes,

i am her petunia.

I continue to hide

to be disguised.

I silently choke

on the poison

in your cup.