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My Mother and Heroin

  1. ahorseback profile image81
    ahorsebackposted 2 years ago

    You stand in front of the mirror applying
    cheap lipstick and rouge
    pull on skin tight
    studded jeans
    knee high  black boots
    you look hot

    "How do I look  honey ?"  you ask
    not expecting an answer
    as you smack your lips
    and close the medicine cabinet
    Pulling into the supermarket
    you swear at the man who got
    the parking space
    before you

    I push the cart as you walk through the vegetable
    stand  the meats even the canned goods
    can't stop you
    you pick up the puffed rice
    a box of spaghetti
    toilet paper
    and  roman noodle soup

    Later you close the bathroom door and don't
    come out for an hour
    when you do  your eye's
    are as blank as your answers
    you stumble and call the chair
    a fucking moron
    " I'm going to lay down awhile , will
    you help with dinner ?" you ask

    Okay mom

  2. Jodah profile image90
    Jodahposted 2 years ago

    Brilliant poem but very sad. Probably an all to common experience for many children.

    1. Sed-me profile image80
      Sed-meposted 2 years agoin reply to this

      He is a brilliant, natural poet, for sure.

  3. Diana Grant profile image92
    Diana Grantposted 2 years ago

    Very moving - I fear your poem is based on a real experience - it certainly tweaked my emotions - great work