You Waited
you wait
near a hissing neon sign
rainy
colors melt cold and numb
over your shoulders
down your white blouse
you look
vampire chic
with your dark mascara
running
from your eyes
your hustle at a dead end
In the charcoal corridors or 2:00
AM
the only men that look your way
are potential serial killers
and the guys with ugly shoes
who want to bargain with you
you don't even know your mother
died two years ago
you recount your latest nightmare
in a vacant doorway shadow
as the wet neon fills your shoes
you contemplate a tall
summer bridge
in Seattle
you walked across
as a child
in early morning sunshine
barefoot aureolined haired
innocent
the bridge with all that
yummy clear water below
reflecting an unleashed blue
sky above
orphaned of horizon
your own horizons endless with
promise
and now your only thought
is if you jump from that
bridge
would you drown break your neck
a faded dark blue
Chevy Impala pulls up
you slowly walk toward it
with all the strut
and stuff you can bring
he slowly rolls the down the window
asks you if you need a ride
...of course you do
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