Milk

Milk:

Mum says milk makes you grow big and strong,

she also says it helps your bones.

I don’t know if I believe her, but I guess that’s why mine break so often.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s a universe where I was actually born in the right body, or if every version of me is also stuck staring at the many faces in the glass of the broken mirror.

I don’t like milk,

it spoils too easily.

But I can relate to that.

Makes tea taste too sweet,

and I’m left wondering what more I could’ve done.

I often get told I talk about the same things too often.

God forbid, but there’s nothing that’s exciting anymore.

Mum says milk makes you grow big and strong,

maybe I should listen to her.

Maybe that’s why I feel so weak.

Maybe.