Rich Girl gets taught at home
I pass her garden on my way to school
She puts an apple on her wall
sometimes
She marries the boy with the racing bike
He leans it up against her shed
I've seen it there when I walk home
recently
She left a peach once, months ago
I'd never had a peach before
Maybe she'll leave another one
hope so
~ ~ ~
Enough
With an apology
you left
only to look back
when a gap appeared
in certainty
and like two hands
put into your sternum
to pull your ribs apart
they want more and more
when you have less
to give
Who will stop first?
Them or you?
Bones remind you of death