Sneaking Out at Night

The first time I snuck out
from Mama’s house
I wasn’t very smart
the way I did it

I was kinda dumb.

I stopped the window’s falling with my thumb.

then ripped my shirt
on branches on the tree
I barely shimmied down and
scraped my knee
from landing on the ground at too-high speed
and falling over
scraped my hands as well

then almost got run over
by a truck
when running ‘cross the road
to make the ditch
where I could hide
until you picked me up
to take me from
The Mansion of The Bitch.

I waited there until
the sky turned blue

then crossed the road
and cast a curse at you.

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