Thursday, April 18, 2013

Six on a Stoop

at six on a stoop
it feels like forever
to jump three steps
till the dog comes home

at six on a stoop
I wait for my mother
till the lights come on
till the meat's off the bone

and the dinner's getting colder
will be scraped off the plate
to a bin lined with plastic
never loved, never ate

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