Her feet sang across
the bricks,
toes splitting over the gritty
sidewalk along the park, and
sirens silenced her laughter.
"Your mom's a bitch," she
sang and skipped,
"She's a bitch, a bitch."
Her hips shift.
She stretches a dress already
too small to fit her sorrows
at sixteen.
the bricks,
toes splitting over the gritty
sidewalk along the park, and
sirens silenced her laughter.
"Your mom's a bitch," she
sang and skipped,
"She's a bitch, a bitch."
Her hips shift.
She stretches a dress already
too small to fit her sorrows
at sixteen.
Wow. I love this! I can see everything.
ReplyDeleteI'm at a point in life where I have no idea what comes next, and I get caught up in that.
ReplyDeleteBut then your poetry so consistently wakes me to beauty and life.
Wow, thanks, Andrew.
DeleteI am interested in the image of that stretched dress
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