Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #203
She Sat Outside
by Belinda Roddie
She sat outside with her cigarette lit,
the night sky loud and bright above her head.
"You, I'm getting tired of this shit,
all the drug and the smoke and booze," she said.
I stood there on the balcony with her,
my own stogie burning my knuckle. I
puffed one more time and proceeded to hurl
the stump three floors down to the pavement. Why
were we so numbed by the Bacardi? How
had we both one to this, battered and worn
down to almost nothing? I wondered now
if all the family ties that we had torn
apart could be mended. She didn't say
another word, the ash in her mouth gray.
by Belinda Roddie
She sat outside with her cigarette lit,
the night sky loud and bright above her head.
"You, I'm getting tired of this shit,
all the drug and the smoke and booze," she said.
I stood there on the balcony with her,
my own stogie burning my knuckle. I
puffed one more time and proceeded to hurl
the stump three floors down to the pavement. Why
were we so numbed by the Bacardi? How
had we both one to this, battered and worn
down to almost nothing? I wondered now
if all the family ties that we had torn
apart could be mended. She didn't say
another word, the ash in her mouth gray.
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