Is there anything sadder
than a rag; chopped, scissored
or torn, from something
they used to wear
and couldn't part with
till it was so thin, we could see
it was time to steal it
and say
it must have been stolen.
Is there
anything worse, than lying to eyes
made of candy and shine
that you were the butcher
of blankies;
Barney, Cinderella, and Superman
jammies? Then, top it off
with my Mother Superior mentality
and scoff
at my friends
taking cartoons and making
the homeless a quilt
as I smile and clean
fucking windows
for everyone else
but never for them
never for me, and all
their childhood heroes
draping my tap.
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