The hunter didn't kill her
But the Japanese did.
Crossing the street at Center and 9th,
That little Toyota Camry
Bent her legs up over her head.
She lay there in that man made bed,
Kicking, and twisting the cold sheets.
Until finally she was bled.
15 years ago
2 comments:
Sad.
ugh. this, by disgusting chance, doesn't have anything to do with frivolous time spent skiing in the backwoods? i seriously thought about commenting on that status--was gonna say "what would bambi possibly care about enough to stop and listen to you share a poem?"
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