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Click hereHe came with tears
on a hot summer night
sitting on my mother’s mattress
confessing sins and consequences
that banned me from my childhood
home with a guy who did coke
and the girl he bruised up
the stink of liquor in the sink
wafting throughout the house
It was here that I held him in my arms
kissed his tiny head
and promised better days
while dodging punches
with a girlfriend who slept
in a car until her love passed out
It was here that I was promiscuous
in the eyes of all who knew me
jaws dropped, heads shaking
tongues clucking in disapproval
though I’d only taken one lover
and all the consequences
bundled beneath my heart
It was here that I dared to dream
and studied psychology
read Dr. Spock
and shocked all who thought they knew me
when I graduated from college
and bought a house on a lake
became a proper librarian
and cherished my mistake
for many, thanks for this "right on" take of one aspect of the human condition.
along the same lines....don't miss that lake a bit...or the library...sighs...
Live and learn. This is good poetry, Curious. It reminds me of something that happened to me. Be careful of those "ings" in free verse. We want to try to kill those suckers. It's not always easy, is it? :)
Thanks for the read.