hang on the wall
like sentinels.
they're my age
slightly
older
all three
in crisp
police uniforms:
dump trucks
for jaws
mirthless
pale blue
eyes.
they'd
gut me
like a deer
if they knew
what i was
up to.
get your
tight little but
back in here,
gloria calls
from the bedroom.
yes mam,
i say
& salute
& apologize
for what i'm
about to do
to their mother
for the
third time
tonight.
1 comment:
this poem did to me what you did to their mother.
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