36.1

I never thought that it would
come to this
I don't know how we reached this
precipice.

I'd come to think that you were
just a brat.
And I'll bet you'd come to think that I was
a negligent prat

I hated you and
you hated me
and all my sorrowful attempts at being
motherly.

You'd scream and kick,
I'd slap your face,
we'd both go to our rooms
pray to our pillows
so that we could leave this place.