Ride-Along

Mom you stupid beauty
abused. Shied away
from meaning. made the most disgusting face
I've ever seen when looking
at your own body.
Mom you stupid
beauty. Always trying to see me
naked as if you could peek
into another world
where no hurt was done.
You stupid beauty.
Now I hobble the curb
of you symmetrically,
like a fated partner
or a mail-order bride.
Like a paid partner
for the Christmas UPS driver,
Your ride-along.
Stupid blind beauty
making me run rampant
on shards and into thorn
bushes, gruesome realities
you made me answer the door to
so you could sleep.