On a good day
you wake up and take yourself to the bathroom
come to my side of the bed and whisper
mommy, I’m awake.
You put a tiny hand on my mouth
to see if I am alive?
On a bad day
I get a call
the court date is moved
I’m sharpening your teeth
with my stress
you bite two children.
One a day
a wise boy teaches me
about your sorrow
its not my fault
its not your fault
He can see your complex personality
in your vampire laugh
he tells me
everyday
is a good
hard
day.
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