You are the Titan of Tears, Sobbing to the unforgiving milkman Who breaks your ***** bottles And feeds you curdled milk From withering cattle. He crunches around broken glass With his scuffed leather boots on your front porch As you watch from a hole in your bedroom wall, Losing your first piece of dignity And the last of the sanity carrying you since age ten. You are the Titan of Tears, Crying to the cutthroat poetess Who refuses to send your estranged sister A collection of misery soaked poetry. She burns your insincere words in front of the mailbox; Stanza by stanza the ash coats your mouth Like lipstick for the ******. Spiraling into smoke as she walks away Fast enough to lose her in the midst of your fit. The Titan of Tears— You whimper in torn apart doorways To block out strangers who will never appear. You, Titan, Who only feels clean when flossing In the harshest of summer storms Because you believe your great God is washing Sins out of your matted hair. You, Titan, Whose childhood feels never-ending like evening traffic. Childhood is the milky smoke you witness Seeping from your dying neighbor’s chimney; Childhood stares at you Like glassy eyed pigeons outside of your office window As you weep into your cold black coffee, Titan. Your lacking adulthood is full of sloppy attempts to silence Barking dogs in your slush brain, Pushing down the bile that rises in your flaking throat, As water floods your eyes like a basement during Katrina And feeding worms writhe out of your flared nostrils, Covered in snot and blackened discharge. You are the Titan of Tears; Your weeping rivals Mother Mary’s ****** streaks.