What Am I Doing Here
saw the old lady’s china pattern drawn on the floor
a line of crazy if you asked me, but what do I know?
Did he mean he would commit suicide
or is it something to say?
Where is his grandma anyway?
I hear a weird mumbling
Sing-songy, and strange
She climbs out of a Vodka bottle
I watch her run to the bathroom
He is her charge, she is the one who wanted him
What am I doing here?
Who will save me later?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment