False security

by Larry Chamberlin   May 5, 2011


I hold her close
as the retching renews -
nothing left to vomit out
save her tender teenage guts
heaving painfully under my arms.

God imbued her with fortune
that she did not drive or
ride with anyone who did
half-as-much as she;
preserved a similitude of safety.

That's the last time she is allowed
to go to her mom's weekend bash.

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