i once wrote a poem
and called it punk love
because that was the name of my obsession
and that’s what it was all about
the teacher gave me an A
and a gold star at the top
Mum hung it on the icebox
till it yellowed and tore
i wrote another poem
and called it missus h
because that was the name of my agony
and that’s what it was all about
the professor gave me an A
and a strange, cold stare
it was never hung on the icebox
cuz my mum had died the year before
i wrote one last poem
and called it suicide
because that was the name of my actions
and that’s what it was all about
i gave myself an A
and a deeper cut on each damp, crimson wrist
i hung it on the bathroom walls
because i couldn’t reach the kitchen.