Mama cries yet again

Inconveniently perfumed

By Latina sweat

Hard water soap scum

and years of regret

Her unresolved cracked voice

Stings me

Pierces me

And finally kills a little

A little more of what I use to be

Mama’s dying again

A little more each time again

Lovingly holding the cherished, fucking pills again

Lets lie together in the coffin, Mama

Sing a Liar’s happy song

And die. Really die, once and for all

Mama finds clarity and utters

No, baby. I’ll do better. I promise.

Embrace and kiss my beloved liar on cue

We both know our roles too well