Saturday night in

by Melanie J Yarbrough

I go home,
avoid Sidney and
the smell of Miller Lite on his breath.
I buy a bottle of red wine on the way
for 5.99 in a place
where the guy doesn't look
at me funny
when I wait for my penny.
I sit on my red couch,
eat chopped up sweet potato
and cry over the 82 dollars that won't pay my rent.


Posted on 09/28/2008
Copyright © 2024 Melanie J Yarbrough

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/28/08 at 03:59 AM

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Posted by George Hoerner on 09/28/08 at 02:02 PM

Great write!

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/25/08 at 06:47 PM

amazing. and too real.

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