as the raindrops hit
the tin roof,
it is easy for me to
cry
these tears.

You ask so gently
what
is wrong with me...
why
am i crying?

if you could only see
the stark juxtaposition
of you


your actions
vs
your image:

those smooth short legs
one
scratch the other
that
extend out from the
designated holes in
the fragile
cotton panties
decorated with
kermit the frog's face
while
you unscrew the bottle of whiskey
behind your back.

04/26/2008

Author's Note: in memory of my great-grandmother who was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. the driver being my great- grandfather. They ran into a tree.

Posted on 04/26/2008
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