living in a tent
in the rain
in the woods
down by the river...
no tv, no computer,
no cell phone,
no microwave.
eating fish caught
in the murky water,
and whatever she could
scavenge from dumpsters...
a forgotten queen of a
forgotten kingdom....
her baby's sick,
her man sits in the
old car that wont start...
playing with a revolver...
praying that God, if there
is one... will strike them dead...
Prom Queen in America!
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