five years old standing
next to mom's dead body a
needle in her arm
private funerals
are for families whose shame
is stronger than love
i've walked a tightrope
over a sea of glass shards
but i didn't fall
i was just lucky
mom says i live a charmed life
no more complaining
my anger hugs me
like an old friend who forgot
i'm a deceiver
there is still music
in my heart and in the air
i can almost dance