From My Spongebob Couch
By Jesse Saldivar
Wallpaper peels
reminds me of skin.
They’re better off
watching me pick scabs
four-hundred miles apart.
Faith from a toddler isn’t a hard ask.
Dad slamming the door
running away from 2008.
Could have gone on living
without knowing I was left in a cradle
bottle taped to my mouth.
Do I follow? Or remain within
the gilded walls
of alcoholic motherhood.
Jesse Saldivar
6/1/2023
Jesse Saldivar is an undergraduate writer studying at the University of California, Davis. They have one poem published in issue five of Oakland Review and one short story published in Open Ceilings. They love writing concerning space, history, love, and queerness.
