poem, by jenny lewis

18 Dec

“happy”

they warn you about killers and thieves in the night

I worry about cancer and livin’ right,
but my momma never warned me about
my own destructive appetite

or the pitfalls of control,
how it locks you in your grave,
lookin’ for someone to be saved under my restraint

so I could be happy

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