Puppet
Freeway sugar on asphalt,
she kept her eyes blurry.
it's all for me,
she got back in the car
and never came back.
I found her laying on the floor
next to a bowl of marinating chicken legs.
a knife in her hand,
at last she was surrounded by comfort.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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