Sunday, June 1, 2014


GERDA GOVINE ITUARTE

Home sick 
                                               
            On couch.
            Out.
                                 Too much to drink.
                                 Loaded gun cradled.

                                 How can you love somebody like me?
                                 How can I love somebody like me?
                                
                                 Widow with a living husband.                                 
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