you pick her up
from rehab after a six
week stay
to dry out
and sober up.
she looks fresh
and clean,
relaxed in her
favorite dress.
the one with flowers,
a summery
flimsy thing,
that hangs on
her body just so.
she looks hopeful
standing there
waiting for you
to drive up.
but you know things
could go either
way when she
gets in the car
and says,
I'm thirsty,
aren't you?
Friday, July 11, 2014
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