I'd
waited
for
him
to
speak
to
me
when
he
did
I'd
nothing
to
say

I
cry
when
I
hear
Oh
Darling
and
then
I
want
to
make
love
to
him

the
cat
likes
to
stare
out
the
window
we're
quite
similar
in
that
way

I
wouldn't
say
it
was
haunting
the
ghost
just
likes
to
take
her
tea
at
one

I
was
a
good
housewife
today
my
dear
she
told
him
over
the
phone

when
he's
gone
I
wear
his
shirts
but
I
don't
sleep
on
his
side
of
the
bed

she'd
run
wildly
into
the
forest
while
he
stopped
to
look
for
a
trail

I
said
look
at
the
moon!
he
didn't
I
said
look
at
the
MOON!!
he
said
oh

I
snuggled
up
pillows
behind
me
blanket
on
top
book
in
my
hand

he
swore
he
didn't
have
a
gun
but
indeed
in
fact
he
did
have
one

maybe
he
hadn't
seen
me
or
maybe
he'd
just
averted
his
eyes

I
want
to
read
my
book
Life
Among
the
Savages
but
I'm
living
it

I
was
half
asleep
when
he
kissed
me
with
his
mustache
I
woke
in
dreams

I
hadn't
any
pencil
or
pen
so
I
wrote
the
poem
in
crayon

it's
always
just
before
dusk
when
I
ache
the
most
the
land
hot
and
bright

oh
dearest
in
heaven
the
way
he
touched
me
his
flat
palms
on
my
breasts

she
slept
on
my
chest
and
I
thought
as
I
smelled
her
hair
I'll
forget
this

once
upon
a
time
there
was
a
mother
and
her
two
young
daughters

we
kept
time
with
the
train
not
a
race
like
old
friends
on
a
journey

the
bell
rang
all
at
once
the
tossed
ball
was
left
the
playground
was
sullen

she
carefully
copied
the
chinese
characters
she
was
a
good
student

there
was
something
working
against
her
powers
something
weighing
her
down

I
love
the
way
the
road
looks
after
the
rains
when
the
hot
sun
comes
out

I
dreamt
of
homes
I'd
never
lived
in
rooms
I
couldn't
get
out
of

I
used
to
sneak
out
my
bedroom
window
and
walk
around
town
all
night

it's
like
that
lonely
scene
in
that
movie
I
love
I
felt
like
leaving

I
want
to
lay
on
his
chest
my
head
and
hear
his
heart
and
smell
his
skin

riding
on
the
diamond
waves
little
darlin'
one
warm
wind
caress
her

-dreamboat annie

my
daughter
stopped
and
said
the
sky's
always
blue
except
for
when
it's
not

the
girl
sighed
a
disgusted
sigh
and
I
thought
I
used
to
feel
like
that
too

I
look
just
exactly
the
way
I
felt
when
I
was
fourteen
years
old

one
of
my
favorite
activities
is
watching
him
trim
his
whiskers

she
was
slippery
that
ol'
black
eyes
she
was
there
and
then
she
was
not

fred
neil
sang
to
us
I
saw
the
desert
the
wine
stars
touching
your
neck

I
just
had
the
most
worst
dream
I
woke
up
thanking
god
I
still
had
you

ol'
black
eyes
moved
slowly
there
was
no
rush
she'd
wait
all
day
for
a
kill

we
talked
about
art
poetry
god
while
I
imagined
riding
his
cock

if
you
want
to
find
god
I
said
listen
to
the
river
roll
by

there
was
a
house
I
lived
in
when
I
was
fifteen
I
keep
thinking
of

I'm
sick
and
feeling
all
the
feelings
I
feel
sentimental
and
scared