We sit at a mahogany table 
in your house on the hill
around wooden bowls 
filled with bagels 
and spotless bananas 
your mom asking me
what I'd like to drink

In my dorm room
you study my grimy mug
ponder the roach-infested 
condo it comes from

You'd like to meet 
my hysterical mother
though she is dead
and the dirt she left
is being wiped away

You want to see 
remnants of my past 
with your own eyes 
bored with the life
you were born with