Erosion
The first time I heard AC/DC you danced in a dress from your mom's closet, barefoot on fraying living room carpet You melted to the floor, kissing your girlfriend on the mouth Your mom in the doorway, with meth-sick eyes, watched indulgently Thunderstruck I wanted to dance with you, wanted my hands on your smooth white thighs Your mom never liked me We shot Sour Apple Snapps in your kitchen and always knew when the paintings were slanted your mom was in the bedroom A life of erosion You kissed girls and had sleepovers in a house more empty than not, with time enough to be good at math and write stories with me But eventually you left, and now you have boyfriends and apartments, and no one to protect I never see you If every time you see me you taste sour apples in your mouth and see crooked paintings on the wall- you won't want to see me at all