Protective

Sorry,
I won’t apologize,
For the hairline fracture
You gave my heart.
Sorry,
I won’t apologize,
For the bashed in skull
In my bandaged mind.
Sorry,
I won’t apologize,
For burning my bridges
And then my castle.
Sorry,
I won’t apologize,
For squeezing my neck
So hard I sang in your tune.
Sorry,
I apologize,
You see,
I don’t even make sense anymore.

Advice

Mother would tell me,
Pick up your bones,
Do something,
You’ll get fat and die otherwise.
Father would say,
At least, when he was alive,
Don’t go out alone,
Someone will take you away.
I couldn’t decide,
What I could eat,
And where I could go.
So I stayed home,
Hungry, eating whatever was in front of me,
Going out to the terrace,
Whenever I wanted to die of satiety.