inside 1987

May 31, 2009 § Leave a comment

They sit in the back room

Surrounded by guns in glass cases

He raises a lighter for her,

Who is rocking on his chair

Inside his legs

Between his hands,

To see

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His fingers pinch her neck

The other hand

Grasping at her skirt

Scratches her thighs with a metal tip

///

She is too young

Not to like it

The guns tell her

As they look down on her

With one eye cocked

& one eye closed

///

Chewing her upper lip

The lighter jitters

The Bible sits on a shelf

Just out of her reach

///

Outside dandelions have grown old

Wood piled

Nails tucked in plastic boxes

Like sleeping children

unmoved

By fingers or flesh

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