the time for me to be
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute.
is quickly coming to a close
i ache with the ending
but i really don’t know what i’m so sad about
even before i turn one year too old
i tell all the ephebophiles my name is “sadie”
and i’m only 5’4”
there are few things
keeping me alive
(just barely)
and none
of them
are
you
she doesn’t know
that my dad was buried
just down the road
from where i first met
her mother
she doesn’t know
that when my mom said
“he didn’t make it”
i didn’t cry
she doesn’t know
that, years later
i’ve never wanted to join him
(perhaps in the plot next to him
that mom bought for my brother)
more than i do right now
