girl headed
down south
to forget
girl headed down south
with a crushed pack
of cigarettes
and a warm bottle
of water from her
mother’s kitchen tap
girl used to
catch fireflies
with those hands
girl used to quiet
laughter with those hands
now they’re
soft as the
floorboards
in her uncle’s bedroom
girl thumbs it
halfway to
nowhere
shoulder to
shoulder
with somebody
in the hot
cab of a pickup
truck
girl lets
her eyes close
for a moment
for an hour
girl is still while his
hand swears in
on her thigh
she pays him
in her sleep
girl is smoking
her last cigarette
on a park bench
girl is waving goodbye
to him
her uncle’s bedroom floor
the last drop from
mother’s kitchen tap
the stale life on her tongue
intense, nice job capturing it in so few words!
Thank you!!
Wow, what a powerful story in this poem.
Thank you, Lisa.
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this is amazing. i’m speechless…..
Thank you so much, Steven. And I really appreciate you sharing this piece. 🙂
it’s wonderful!