Don't be sad
You have red ribbons in
Your black hair.
"I was pregnant and your dad--
Your tall dark handsome soft-handed father--
You can bet he loved to drink and fuck.
And to think. A respected doctor
And married man. He did what he loved.
And if he ever cared to lie in the grass
In the park drink wine and sleep
He would. If he ever cared to taste a new brunette
Or some hazel-eyed blonde
"But Mom, what about you?"
"What about me?"
In our bedroom bunk under plastic stars.
On a matchbook I found, a lady sits straight
and smiles naked and she looks like she means it
You know, I think that she wants it and I think that
it's hard, so I take it out and smear it on my little sister
until, it's out of my system and she's crying for
a different way to play and mom pounds the wall
to go to sleep.