On the curb

On the curb in front of liquor store that sells rolling papers and a vast variety of pervy mags.

 

A baby food jar, in it a candle. There are a number of those Santos candles too.

 

The flicker of lights illuminates

A flower,

And then a bunch of flowers.

Some hastily expressed sentiment is written with a sharpie on the torn apart shards

of a card board box.

Another sign says “We miss you.”

 

Also mylar balloons. One is shaped like a heart “I wuv you”.

 

All of these make shift memorials are at best sad, at their worst cheesy.

A life reduced to the type of stuffed animal one buys at the Save-On thrift store.

 

I hope I never die in a car accident.

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

good job!...keep it up, beotch
LLR

[NotYourChinaDoll]

Wow. This is very touching in an almost harsh way. Your matter-of-fact wording matches the image of "A life reduced to the type of stuffed animal on buys at the Save-On thrift store". Your words are almost cutting with the harsh reality. I wish people would think of this before they get in their cars after one drink too many.

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Your endings are always a delight
but nix on the C.A.///
LeeLee