Mother

I need to see you again,
so I can remember who I am.
I need others to hold my identity
like a beer, or a lover’s hand.
Whenever I feel rejected
my mind goes straight to a plan

to remember I’m a scuzzbucket,

tears leaving my eyes in a slant,

either wolf or for it’s ticket,

it can be hard to understand
when my ears are filling up with
I can never be my mother
I can never be my mother
I can never be my mother,
yet somehow, I am.