Rain falls in sheets.
A car alarm calls into the night nearby.
Can't you tell I am setting the stage for
A dreary suburban-wannabe poem?
A long island could-have-been,
should-have-been poem?
The kind a girl-not-girl waiting
On a bench,
Alone in a supermarket parking lot
Writes.
Prepared to run if she needs to
Grips the knife in her pocket
If she needs to.
The men on long island,
They're not so forgiving these days,
You know?
Her friends tell her
Her friends parents tell her
The teachers discuss the latest assault over their everything bagels and
Murky coffee before school.
Hey, it's ok to talk about
The latest headline- I mean girl-
I mean dead girl-
If it's not your daughter right?
Eventually the headline girls
Will be forgotten.
Because, you know,
These days they're dropping
Like flies,
Swept under the rug
Like the sesame seeds
From everything bagels.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
