'cept when rung
like the sagging, hanging, full sack of sad in me.
Who put this cloak of grief around my shoulders?
And then opened my chest and painted my heart heavy?
Somebody done strung
up a weight of rock
to dangle
from my navel
Somebody done blew smoke in my face.
I would knife my wrists if
I'd know'd it'd
release me
I'm so 'shamed
Some kid done been left to die in some pigpen
And here's I am,
All fingers and all toes
Suffering
As if there's something the matter
I'm just angry
She's gettin' married again. Same as always been.
Copyright by Rachel Drews, 2011. All rights reserved. Any excerpts reproduced from this article should include links to the original.
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