I get home at 1:38am
with faded lipstick
and smoke
in my hair.
Peel off my freckles
and sigh.
I can’t find my crown,
Look for me
Pray for me.
I don’t know who I am
without it.
Tiptoeing on the altar, I ask
“Am I a prodigy?”
“Am I the girl-child of your God?”
“Am I a good dancer at least?”
If I don’t tell you everything
will you make it up?
I want to be a myth
Pray for me.
If I don’t go to your party can you
call me a recluse?
I want to be a legend
Pray for me.
Pray to me.