Tomorrow It'll Be

Tomorrow she'll fuck the pool guy
The guy who comes twice a week
To clean the water
And fuck her on the back porch
While the filter runs

Tomorrow it'll be a good day
Because he'll stay until four
And watch talk shows with her
Until her mother comes home
And gives him his check

Her mom won't notice
The look on her face
Or the laughter she stifles
Or the way he blows her a kiss
Before he heads out
The door

Tomorrow she'll run ten miles
And lose all the weight
She put on

The winter weight
The excusable weight
The weight that won't be there by summer

And if the running won't work
Then the starving will
And the other things will
And one way or another
A bathing suit
Made up of next to nothing
Will fit on her nothing frame

She will be next to nothing

Tomorrow it'll be okay
To call Jay
And ask him to come by
So she can fuck him in the basement
While her mom drinks upstairs
Not caring what happens
As long as it happens quietly

She'll make a few more tears
On the big red couch
That her mother fucked her father on
And spin her ring around a few times
The one the guy last summer gave her
Before he gave her two black eyes
And a pregnancy scare

Jay wants her to be the person
She was yesterday
But today that's not gonna fly

She'll ride him while looking at the clock
To see if she can figure out
How much longer
Until she can go down to the beach
And wash off the smell of the pool's chlorine

Tomorrow it'll be sunset by the ocean
Some car radio playing a song
She liked when she was eight

Eight years ago
She had nothing but room
For anything
That asked something of her

A listen
A look
A lasting impression

But now she can't keep her eyes on anything
Until it starts to move towards something else
She needs to see, feel, push up against

Tomorrow it'll be
Somebody else's fault
If she slips
And falls
And stalls
In becoming a decent kid
Before she's an adult

Tomorrow she'll be taller
And smarter
And more productive

Tomorrow it'll be
A day to write in a journal about
A good that will be noted
And documented
And lived again
And again

Tomorrow she'll tell her mom
What she's done
And have the strength to walk away
Before she has to notice
That her admission
Doesn't even merit
Putting the glass down on the coffee table

Tomorrow it'll be a new story
To tell to people who won't listen

And today's another day at the beach
With sand stuck to your hands
And in your hair

Wondering what the ocean pulled out
And how the tide came up
So fast