I was tired.

I lay on the bed

And looked at the bare branches

Outside the window.

Time passes and I make it difficult.

I think too much about the little things.

The sound of the radiator pinging

Distracted me.

It takes grace to be broke.

Actually, it doesn’t take anything

To be broke.

I see young mothers hit their kids

But I don’t think that it’s the poverty

That does it.

It’s dumb insensitivity

And it’s cowardice that makes people

Say otherwise.

There’s nothing worse than mean mothers.

Can we all agree on this one thing?

Is this a universal truth?

We can tolerate our own mother’s meanness

But we suffer great anguish to witness

The mean mother.

There is a terrible jealousy.

I think you know what I mean.

Motherfucker.