Amber Patty
"Be Mean, Kid."
2016
Oil on Canvas
35" X 23"
The Lord’s Prayer, doors, smoking in the boat,
Your body shop, whore, hiding in the dark.
Laughing at your moves, volcanoes and tears,
I was the only one to write you through the years
I don’t remember the time you put a gun to moma’s head
I only remember the good, the promises you kept
I don’t remember powder, like salt like snow,
I only remember running from the cops, “Kid, head low!”
Baby monitors, trampolines, fast cars and gasoline
Long nights, new animals, intruders and principles
Do you remember how I cried when they took you away?
Here you are now and I cry everyday.
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