She is
obsessed with
places
she may be put to die
looking back upon her childhood
having survived
being left in a dumpster
to cry.
She has flashbacks
when driving by another place
stops and looks inside
sees a broken guitar
that could play her a lullaby
she never heard
inside those steel walls.
She loves the wild
stands under midnight trees
watches
the kitten she saved
hunt
for it’s mother
like she used to do.
Some say she is not right
but how would you see
a carton of milk
a rusty can
when you’ve seen them before
discarded
burying your screams.
2012
