oh baby with the sad eyes
what is your swan song?
now when i watch my reflection in the glass
i remember feathers and ripped wings, bone
shards in the dirt and blood specs on the white:
you never saw, Rambo broken,
the way they must have torn from the sockets,
snapped under a russet jaw. (i looked
for him long after dark, and could not
bring him home)
and i see you smoking a cigarette in a dream
that was not your doing, and trying to smash my head
into the bench but i couldn't get it right,
ran away and cursed you, hid in my old school,
behind a great tree trunk, and i can't do it right
even in sleep.
it was a cigarillo you had in hand,
you couldn't see, couldn't chase me down that beaten path,
couldn't pull me to the ground and tell me
i was really a good girl.
(good girls don't sing songs of wrath, good girls are not sullen,
nor defiant, good girls do not run from the hand that feeds them --)
and i could never see another way.
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