lie when you’re tired,
lie when you’re brave,
such a great shame,
such easy handles.
laugh in our face,
pretend that things are great,
we will catch on to it,
your face will be every colour.
grandma,
what did you do while raising dad?
he turns into your son whenever he is drunk.
i think you can’t tell when we are sad,
when you make us cry,
you don’t try to make it stop.
tried to learn about you,
what you were like in high school
make a great network tying breaks and rewards,
you thought:
why are older people always messing with my goalposts?
some kicks in the dirt refuse fading till now.
grandma,
what did you end up telling him?
did they rip off your sides, starts your fake smile
if you can’t just tell me, then I’ll make up a story
only when dad’s drunk,
can he be in your arms.
