Say your blanket was a sheet of tin foil,
crisp, creased with dirt and cold.
Say you flossed your teeth with
the wings of a beetle, picked dirt
from your nails with your lips.
Say your guardian angel called you
a fucking whore and a brown cunt.
Say your iced tea came from the toilet.
Say your mother was sent forcibly
to the desert. Say your name was
a number. Say you weren’t quite familiar
with the English alphabet yet. Say there
were blood stains on your knees but you
couldn’t remember how you got them.
Say your stomach felt so empty
that you weren’t sure how long a day was
or what the color green looked like
or what sugar tasted like. Say you stayed
on your side of the fence, drank your
wine, watched the news, saying
and saying that this is wrong,
climbing into your bed and doing
it all again tomorrow.