i think i gave up my childhood
the time i called my mother
a bitch. a flying bleach container
to the face. and boy, did i
deserve it. i forget how old i was.
old enough to know that word
was bad. young enough to be
foolhardy to say it. scream it. and
mean it. today, i look back on that,
and say "sorry mama, for all
i've done. i've been sinful. i've lied.
i've smoked pot and imbibed numerous
illegal substances. i've driven too fast.
blind-drunk and with passengers
fearful for their lives. i'm sorry mama.
i'm sorry for saying that now."