Musings

By Mark Graziano

 

LIFE

“Everything is so hard”
She turned to me with
tear streaked cheeks.
She forgot about the needle in her
arm
I forgot about mine years ago
She took a deep breath
Her head tilted back
It was harder to feel it
but ah
there it was.
I looked at her, she was still
beautiful but it was receding
Untraceable amounts but it was happening
She was dirty all the time
Once a powdered princess
Now a soiled savage
She is still my baby girl
A gasp escaped my lips but I
shoved it back in
Deep!
The sun is at her back as she slumbers on the window sill
Smoke billows from her cigarette
and
I
remind
her not
to use my good
belt
again.

ASSUMPTIONS

Watching a woman seated across from me on the train
My instant reaction is that she’s
probably a hoarder.
I thought about what her house must look like
Boxes
Newspapers
Old shopping bags
There would probably be feces under there
There always is
I probably wouldn’t eat her cake if she made one for an office party or what have you
Probably

SUICIDE??

Well that’s it, I just killed myself!
Working in the attic
a
TON
of insulation just went down my throat.
They told me to wear a mask
but
I
am
not
a
Surgeon
The Home Depot Guy was so
right
but
honestly, who listens to the Home Depot guy?

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