Mom

You want to know me

To understand how I became the one that I am

To wash the last eight years off your hands

I understand you

But I can't talk about the fire tonight

I can't talk about Christmas plans at Starbucks

Just for today, I want to feel small

I used to sleep in the Walmart car park

To coast-to-coast, 5:50 am

I was so desperate

And out of money

My allegiance was pledged to no one

But you never said anything