My parents, obviously (we all do).
My first boyfriend.
My potential.
My front tooth when I passed out at the foot of that cop
after getting drunk because I was in love
with that boy.
My morality (at times).
My liver.
My professors who felt sorry for me.
My grades.
My chance at ever getting into heaven (good riddance).
My sister’s first fish.
My life.

This poem.