sloppy girl,
nobody's mess, everybody's problem.
grip your weary hands, you take with you only
crescent moon scars.

never thought I'd be
a big girl with such a small world.
traded my sippy cup for Marlboro Reds.
you watch tantrums unfold, this time ending
in charred lungs
and broken boys.

watch the smoke curl
across the sunset, blemishing
soft symphonies of color with murky,
rotten gray.