The Vendor's Gift

"THE VENDOR'S GIFT" today the vendor came to see me not with a drink, not with a love making intention but with a heavy bag of pain and anger. her blood tears rob her of any youth she's had left. she fought with her twin just now a twin that is much older than her. it's taken its toll over the years and she's been a ***** because of it. today's fight dropped her to her knees and opened her eyes to a reflection of reality. her mother is the center of everyone's misery, misery she's given her own children. the mascara runs as she walks back and forth, shouting towards the sky in search of a little less pain. I watched her drain herself until she gave me a fraudulent smile. I drank my Pacific without a thought. why has she come to me? I never asked for this vendor's anguish, I guess it was the thought that counts. By: Chicano Eddie 8-9-2016