Mamma

Mamma-mamma

give me pills that make me itch

that set me to nodding off during the day

only to leave me bouncing at night, pills that won’t let me shit

for 5,

6,

7 days on end (bloated stomach, intestines

backed up with crap) and that let me get hard, but won’t let me come- oh,

Mamma-mamma make it so that I don’t notice

traffic lights and round children

rolling like melons from school busses- swap

my brown eyes for black ones, glazed

and shot through with red- give my fingers

that shaking

jittery chemical clumsiness, make it

so I can’t handle a matchbook- oh

mamma give me ambitions

playful

as unwanted kittens,

trapped in a sack

at the bottom

of a pond