By Mark Graziano
“Everything is so hard”
She turned to me with
tear streaked cheeks.
She forgot about the needle in her
I forgot about mine years ago
She took a deep breath
Her head tilted back
It was harder to feel it
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
The sun is at her back as she slumbers on the window sill
Smoke billows from her cigarette
to use my good
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
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
Well that’s it, I just killed myself!
Working in the attic
of insulation just went down my throat.
They told me to wear a mask
The Home Depot Guy was so
honestly, who listens to the Home Depot guy?