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