The Junky's Daughter
She’s a chubby little girl.
She didn’t get that from you
or her mom
Because even before you were junkies
You didn’t have any meat on you.
You have a striped t shirt
draped over another t shirt
and it reads: GRUNGE IS DEAD.
The slogan is prophetic.
There’s something sweet
In your face
As you beam over her.
She looks at you with wonder as
her tiny hand clings to your finger
as if she knows
you’ll be gone soon.
She doesn’t know
You’re a famous millionaire junky.
She just knows
you’re daddy
and you make her feel safe.
But right now, you don’t know.
You see her grown up.
with your
Beautiful blue eyes
long blonde hair
and her mom’s superfluous nose.
You hope she only gets
your sweetness and your efficacy.
Your empathy.
But, right now you don’t know
that you’ll be gone soon.
You’re happy just to be in this moment
with this bean shaped
little girl that you love
almost enough to stop.
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price, October 2011
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