last words

a parent can drive you butt-nutty like no one else with lectures.

Sometimes I

want to yell "I don't care"

in my mom's face.

When she blithely tries

to measure my sad prison

world to her own youth.

That prehistoric

reality, of phonebooths and

whatever, back then.

But I know those

words would freeze in the air

like a neon sign.

And very probably be

etched on my tombstone

as an epitaph.

Author's Note

all comments welcome