There he lay
face down in the gravel and dirt
remains of an unspent paycheck
burning a drunkards hole in his pocket.
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She bent down to his level
grabbed a handful of hair and lifted his head
she wanted to see the face of the “man”
who would visit the Diamond Horseshoe Gentlemans’ Club
with the money and the love he was supposed to bring home.
She wanted to see his face
as she reached into his pocket to take what was left of the money.
She let go of his hair and let his face fall
and his alcohol-saturated head made a pumpkin-smashing sound in the dirt.
Though anxious to simply turn and leave,
she paused thinking, sarcastically,
this was just perfect...oh, yeah, perfect all right, and
she kicked dirt in his unconscious face.
Only then did she turn,
leave him there, and
walk away.
There he lay
an absurd spectacle
bereft
in the gravel and dirt.
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