My darling please never forget this world's got the substance
of a frozen summer silhouette said my mother through lips that
were cracked with love and toil before she added the warmest
of blankets in six feet of soil / she had a perfume called
prise that smelled a lot more like shame, when she walked
in the room I was sleeping / heard her curse my father's
name; it was our situation our position our gender to blame
it was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in
the mirror's frame / mother I'm shaking while I write
this because tonight I'll stay awake and breath away my
fright / there's a letter waiting for me that I have yet
to read because I know it won't be you and you're the only
one I need / I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go bed
but there's no one here to tuck me in so this shotgun will
instead