Alienation

is a weak word

none of us are really here anyway

i'm the locker on the third floor

with my back to the names

i'm fourteen in a pool on a saturday

that i wish i couldn't remember

i'm a red-faced girl who can't meet that boy’s eyes

i'm six and my mother is missing

i'm the red velvet on the stereo

that stood in our living room

i'm greedy, I'm old, I'm

living for other things than the now

and believing things i can't see

i'm waiting for things that have already happened

and asking for things that i do not deserve.

and i belong here?

4-21-99

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