the first time,

he was movin her out

so two mitchell brothers’

porn stars

arriving from denmark

could move in..

she washed down the contents

of the rorer 914 bottle

with that fifth of jamesons

he left sittin’ on top of the refrigerator…

when she woke up in the E.R.

 blue snakes  were tubing down her throat 

while the other, more familiar snake

hissed in her ear:

“what’s wrong with you? why would you do that

to me with a half-pound of blow in the house”..

she smiled through the semi-coma

and spit in his face…


the next time,

the tar ball

dissolved in a visine bottle

had her sniffing for mercy

all the way to the beach…

grief and loss were

winning  every round

she stood on those cliffs

staring at a flat, smooth rock

jutting up from the sea’s floor


and could have sworn

she saw the words:

“your name here”

luckily, her neck could still feel

small, warm child arms

holding her back

from the sea’s beckonings…


this time

who knows?

its a crap shoot

does she wait for it

or nudge it along?

we’ll see…

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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