Connie Was a Cheerleader

Connie was a cheerleader bright white toothed smile bouncing boobs short skirt legs running long through school boy fantasies friday nights her stage crisp November air her makeup Robert was a loner a stoner bad clear down to the core shriveled up inside Salvation Army furniture Batman comics bologna sandwich supper Connie was manicured lawns gardens of flowers white picket fences and stone pathways Norman Rockwell dinners lavender bath soap silk pajamas pink bed spread Robert was a rundown trailer on a filthy back lot goddamn you f*****g punk get the hell out morning breakfast garage sale coffee table stacked with beer cans and ash trays overflowing with death Connie had a secret hidden touches fatherly lust make up hiding violent bruises don't tell your mother if you want her safe I can hurt her too Robert had a secret 18 hour days two jobs at garages straight A's never give up never give in blue eyes and crooked smile whispering to the world to kiss his ass Connie was the sharp razor's edge that gleamed like the holy grail in her bathroom drawer Robert was the strong will the hard desire the drive to move on to something more Connie was a cheerleader Robert was not a quarterback but they were each other's Salvation