Her best had been among the first
to refuse.
Her "boys" would come back drunk
and sometimes freckled.
Her head swayed thousands of times
and her fingers scattered around her face
each time they called her 'Baby'.
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At Odds & Loose Ends: A poetry Collection
PoetryPoems new and old that didn't fit into other collections or were out for consideration at the time. All of my loose ends.
