Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
A is for Appreciation;
we did good, you and I.
We painted our pictures and signed our names and ages-
Leo eight, Jackie seven.
B is for Beauty,
for city smog and broken glass in the corners of playgrounds.
You won an award for a patchy, greyish nightscape
blasted with acrylic stars.
My mum got a new boyfriend
and started wearing sunglasses even in winter.
C is for Condolences
on the death of your future,
where the rain clouds drift across your brow, and late nights
tally in the lines on your forehead.
I lied when I said I'd grow old with you
because sometimes I don't know if I'll ever grow old.
D is for Delinquent.
We're fucked up, you and I.
We got high and sung campfire songs
as we sprayed our names on the city walls
and declared our blame in dripping purple.
E is for Everything Else,
the cigarette burns and late night itches.
In coffins made of blankets we waited
for the world to finally bury us.
F is for Fissure
and failure that tastes like salt on your lips,
for no education, and minimum wage,
and a baby to raise when we've got no clue how.
I'll teach her ABCs are bullshit, and when push comes to shove,
she'll know that F is for family, and L is for Love.