rounded shoulders
soft as the pillows
at your back
mumbled excuses
out of gas just one time
traffic death birth
unavoidable acts of god
roll down the front of your shirt
each one adding a new stain
flat tire
didn't think
no names
no one to protect
no innocents here
a test pattern
thrown out
seeking pardon
to kiss and make out
but I know this story
consider finishing your sentences
having misplaced any outrage
long ago
returning to my writing
silently wonder
when you will leave
(c)Donna Campbell 2009
published in Skipping Stones, Vol VI
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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