She worries about
everything,
real and imagined.
'What if this? What if that? '
...
The night is torn apart;
fractured and shattered by
the memory of you.
Stars shake and die,
...
Back in my bone crushing
poverty ridden days,
I collected cans for nickles;
enough cans meant booze and
...
I guess I shouldn't be
surprised.
In the
beginning, the women are
...
I'm not hungry.
How many times have
I said that?
This time, it's the
...
Being polite or kind was
never an aspiration of hers'.
And the level of
selfishness she displayed
...
When I was a
kid,
my Mom would pretend
to be dead.
...
Every time she
kicks me out,
she throws my stuff
away:
...
Hook him up to the machine.
Shock his brain into
mediocrity.
Death stalks him;
...
I hear music in
my head when I
look into her
eyes.
...