Photo from Black & WTF Photos:
We don't want this
stinking sweet cement
beneath our feet. We do
not want this birthday
cake let it dance in the
rain until the green
of its icing runs
into the sewers, drips
down, falls down like
our mother, the day her
knees gave as she pulled
our favorite cake from
the oven, the day her recipe
card found the pocket
between the hutch
and the cracked
molding. We don’t see
it again until we re-paint.
We don’t see her again.
No, we do not want this
cowboy world on a thread,
and we can’t sing
worth a damn.
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