Overheard At The Car Dealership While Waiting For Repairs
"I can't be alone!"
she cried, strangling
her braid back
against herself.
"I can't lie either!"
Dealings with him,
and him, cost her
the price of shame.
They left her ground
like the dark coffee
she sipped. Her tapping
feet danced a gestured duet,
of loneliness and lies.
"I don't know what to do."
Her clutched purse
heaved and sighed
on her tight chest.
"Someone will get hurt."
Vicky
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
April 6: Overheard
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Labels: Napowrimo 2011, poetry
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