today my mother said
"I'm divorcing your father"
today as I walked through falling branches
today as I stepped on cracks in the sidewalk
"even the catholic church will forgive this one"
and i can't forget
that she can't remember
a time when she could still
dream
without him listening
and i like
a vodka on the rocks
with pills
and her, not 3000 miles away
and I've traveled
virgin mother
and I've learned from you
sorrowful woman
it's not possible
for him to block my sunlight
it's not possible
for a boy to try to love me
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