...and so we sit
in our aftermath of rage
and howling pain,
rattled bones beneath
white nightgowns,
our eyes encased
in puffy pillow skin
you, my beautiful nemesis
your fingers so tight
around the throat of Jack Daniels,
and me, with hard beating
breasts heaving
high and low,
spinning a cigarette
in my own private game
of Russian roulette
the darkest hour has fallen
Now our cards
are laid out like grinning corpses
flush with the new blood of
old sins and secrets,
waiting for the tally-up
look at us, Mama
her eyes flicker
once, twice, three times,
then go out the window
with the cat
she has named Charlotte,
leaving me
to clean up the mess,
the broken pieces of us;
I light up the last Marlboro,
and it looks like this time
bang-bang
I’m dead.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
) is that the 'and' is capitalized. ... at the beginning of a poem makes me feel like it's an incomplete sentence, or an incomplete thought the poet doesn't show entirely to us...so I think that 'and' would be better in lowercase.
