I’ve been peering into the
cracking water faucet
and drowning in the stale white
light.
The tiles, discolored like the
whites of my eyes,
scream an invitation to sink into
the water-stained tub
And scrub this sin off my skin.
Matte paint flakes off the wall
like the wall said
“No,”
and it listened.
If only it were that easy.
Looking at my blurred reflection
in the toothpaste-splattered
mirror,
nothing can strip the bitterness
of
tequila and unwanted kisses from
my mouth.
The health classes never told me
my friend would be the culprit,
and this bathroom would be his
playground.
The health classes told me he
couldn’t have.
3,000 square feet, he calls it
home.
I call it hell. Tucked in the
heart
of cookie cutter suburbia.
The bricks are a mask,
and it’s all about paving over
the truth.
Wearing false innocence comes
easily
When it’s all you’ve ever known;
and his face says he couldn’t
have.
I’ve strolled through all the
stop
signs in this neighborhood
and cringed at the names that
roll
off my tongue like cursive,
camouflaging the upturned noses.
His parents pay their HOA fees
and mow their lawn,
so he’s one of their own;
and they insist he couldn’t have.
City hall has enough glistening
marble to
reflect this filth for the rest
of my days.
Standing amongst thousands of
people who followed
newspaper and magazine headlines,
ending up here.
Next to the opposite of the
perfection they were searching for.
And they tell me he couldn’t
have.
A country where patterns and
shapes
flying on a piece of cloth
tell me I’m free,
but forget to mention the solid
metal links of shame
I’m bound by.
They forget to mention he’s freer
than I am,
because he couldn’t have.
I live here, in a country that
says I’m guilty
and my intoxication is his
pardon;
In a city where I’m to advertise
my misfortune as my
mistake that I’m granted
forgiveness for;
In a neighborhood where Elm
Street Is called
Magnolia Drive. And Freddy hides;
In a home I was taught was the
American dream
I was supposed to chase after;
In a bathroom where I just can’t
wash this off.