Daughter of paternal alcoholism
Sister to irony and self-contempt
Sometimes she’ll question the direction of her life
as she tries to recall who she gave head to last night
Boys in blue blazers comfort her
with testosterone-laced words
They’re as empty as the faces
of her favorite childhood dolls
She feels the weight of the pen against her skin
The cheap thrills and old habits that die hard
Her alt rock CDs keep her company
and perhaps a little liquor on the side
Just to help with the nightmares, you know
and keep the family tradition alive


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