"228 McPherson"
White trash girl in a black stretch
track suit washes windows,
hears a car alarm,
fucking thing,
fucking goes fucking off
every fucking day,
says a heavy-set shaved head
man child spraying cobwebs
with water bullets.
A toddler makes half-hearted
escape attempts,
he hits his sister.
I dream pain
and rape them, put thoughts
in my head to satisfy
prurience, reinforce
these smug-ass walls,
thinking there are some god
awful messes you can't
clean with water,
like everything
you blink away,
fists clenched.
They don't know
what I know: Getting drunk
only goes so far;
imagination kills
as many as it saves.
There are times
you do not pray for rain.
© 2008 Andrew Dufresne
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