Poem by Mariah Lynne Dear
Art by Andrea Garza
My heart hurts a lot.
Green wax in a toilet bowl
set to simmer over Christmas.
When all the clouds are pink
which cities get to be sad?
Trees spit up pastel rainwater
My body can’t handle all these lullabies
Some grown-ups still have sleepovers
Yellow cheeks in between the oil spill
Two rose-eyed women in their flower sky and city
leapfrogging all the mess
I got grown-up wrong.
Pissed in a garbage can
Pickle-juiced myself to vomit
Was little spooned into the wall beside the bed
Apparently some people don’t own rain boots
They are so sure
I would paint the hurt into a ladybug and forget double beds