Poem #1000

I have no legends no grandma stories no mama traditions.
Just an empty girl searching with eyes that don’t see
Scrabbling to climb the granite wall etched from a mountain
To see if her spirit can tell the difference between home and not.
If I could dance I would dance loud and mean and sexy
I would drink until my pores reeked like spiced rum
And then I would sleep until all my wrinkles disappeared.
There are cats in my life who keep me from insanity
Because an empty girl can get so damn lost and dark.
Would anyone notice if I grew all quiet and small
The skinny daughter of a smoldering fire and a padlocked rock?