“Mama tried,” Mama lied.
Mama stole your car and sold it for a price
Married five times, Mama never could decide.
Always called me ugly, but I have Mama’s eyes.
Betrayed by fate, Mama hates that she’s alive.
Stay up late at night just to hear Mama cry.
It’s hard to feel pity when Mama casts you to the side.
There was never any love in the house where Mama resides.
But sure, Mama tried. Mama Tried.

In eleventh grade, I learned the word
grotesque.  
It seemed to me that it was tied to human  
nature.  
All the lines we try to hide growing  
thicker.  

We are monsters, the animals to  
fear.  
Rabbits don’t need Botox, yet we rip off their
heads.  
A bit rude when you think about it;
unnecessary.  

I want to be old and like a rabbit when I  
die.  
Shriveled and happy and kind like a  
baby.  
One or the other: bunny or child it’s up to
me.