Acer Sacharrum

Ask for help

They tell you,

But when you do,

They refuse to give it,

Be yourself

They chant,

But when you try,

You're told to hide away. 

you're not

leaving yet. no,

i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,

lower your waving hand,

tell you

something to make your eyes crinkle

again.

again,

again,

again.

I'm six on the living room floor -

the pink album the pink album I chant -

dad puts the Supremes on the record player, the jacket handed to me -

pink, with three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -

Today I woke up.

I stretched my arms,

brushed my teeth.

Just as I did every morning.

Except, something was different today.

I opened the foggy window

and took a look outside.

When I was younger, I was

friends with her son

They moved a lot, especially after

The divorce

But we still made time to see each other

We grew apart but

Seven or eight stars?

A hidden one named Alcor

No one notices