Shiloh

Valerie Garman entered the world upon the tail-end of the upper-middle class A place where the schoolgirls were tantalisingly innocent and the men were Increasingly unbecoming The sidewalks gleamed and the church bells rang The winters snowed and the summer birds cooed in unison The earth was lain with the vinyl siding of the haves and the discarded Marlboros of the have-nots Yet this shall not be a tale of social woe; there will be no east egg and no west And though Valerie Garman acquired her footing along the gleaming concrete Of the suburban streets She came of age in the darkness. And though Valerie Garman took heed of the silver spoon She came to life on the business-end of a silver straw, shortly thereafter.