mother
very many times
you have done the same
as me
you have stood in the the same
basement
drunk
off the same
bacardi
and dancing
the same
tired dance
on the same
tired knees
to the same
tired
music
i am you, mother
you’ve passed more
onto me
than you know
and something
somewhere
deep inside of me
wishes you would come
downstairs
right now
and discover me
red handed
in my prime
so maybe
i could get
the help
that I need