Frances Pasteque Poet Rhyme

Mother

I wish you'd call me pretty
When you're not trying to scare me

I wish i had a sunburn
to be soothed by a cold moon

I wish I'd get asked questions
From people with no answers

I wish I could just float away
Without a "be back soon"

Because nothing's ever open ended
In hallways of closed doors
I'm on an elevator going sideways
On the second floor

Bathing in beige carpet
My mascara tastes so sweet
The smell of sunblock clogs my pores 
Everything's left incomplete

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