the shortbus

we all rode the shortbus to school; this is why.

Monday, November 15, 2004

evidence

she loved coming home
to her oversized bed,
she loved coming home
to wrap herself in his arms.
she flopped down this time,
face first into the pillows.
she took a deep breath,
she had been away too long
this time, she needed
a night at home,
in surroundings she understood.
she breathed deeply again,
had to, as she was so deep
into the pillows that
perched atop their bed.
a third strong breath,
and this time no mistaking.
that smell was not her own.
she stayed deep in those pillows
and cried herself to sleep.

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