sex, drugs, + rock 'n' roll
The sober sane version
maybe it’s not about
proving you can do it all
on your own
tooth over claw over tooth
maybe it’s about
the way a tear
slides down the meadow of your cheek
splashes your communion box
invites you to strike flint
with fingerprints
Maybe it’s not about
being the best mom
maybe it’s about
being the mom you wish you’d had
forgiving yourself for the rest
maybe it’s not about
making the most money
maybe it’s about
trusting
your seeds will take to the rough
shoulder color into a world
you believed into being
maybe it’s not about
being easy to explain
maybe it’s about
the joy of exploring
a wilderness
where moons have eyes
ferns sing songs
and sunrise blooms
on the east coast
of your diaphragm
maybe it’s not about
having it all figured out right now
maybe it’s about
staying up when he leaves
to write a report
on how you only existed
in the places he touched