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