My Mom


My mother likes attention

and she’ll do anything to get it.

My mother likes Xanax;

I've seen her pop it dozens of times.

My mother likes child abusers

because all of her boyfriends fit the definition.

My mother likes booze.

She can down a bottle of wine in twenty minutes.

My mother likes to lie,


manipulate .

She likes to scream at her child.

She likes to make it feel like it’s crap.

She likes to move every time somewhere starts to feel like a home.

She likes to ignite all her bridges and watch them burn

until there’s nothing left but ash.

But that’s okay.

I still love her.

Because she’s my mom.


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