by Chloe DeFillipis

your stomach in mirror
your hands full counting
numbers drip from your chin
this antiseptic breath shallow
dishwasher soap in green bile
you clean out garbage
sixteen like dad was

your veins machine powered
mom has your hands
mom has your legs
mom’s wiping your ass
mom’s mimicking your voice

look the same in glass
open pill mouths to shatter
the accident is what they call it
answers fall from your face
into mine