Saturday, July 18, 2009

Dark Diamonds

.
.
.
They
eat dog
paws sitting
around a round table:
the dogs limp painfully, hunting scraps
in long lamp-lit alleys,
with white teeth
dripping
down.
.
.
.
My
mother
smoked all day,
sometimes lighting one off
the last one in a nervous frenzy:
emphysema killed her:
she said she
could not
stop.

2 comments:

  1. A very touching poem. Addiction must be hard to deal with. Silvia

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  2. Such a beautiful poem. Difficult to deal with addiction. Silvia

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