About some children

Standing on dirt floors
looking at dirt skies
Mom in tears
Diapers full of shit

Happy children
Girls who are like boys
who want to be girls

chipped rotting teeth
grinning and begging to be loved
or joined in pain
denied both

staring back
same skyline smile
an aging man's memories stand
where a father never was.

bruised starlets
turned slobs
cannot be returned
cannot be forgotten

Roach Girls

Two Northern Stars
cockroaches under your kitchen sink
scurry away when you turn on the lights
in fear of being intentionally squashed

again

They crawl into the bedroom
of two small girls
enter their vaginas
and live off the meat in their hearts

The stars burn bright in the bugs
burn brighter in the girls
but a roach is a roach
is a roach