Saturday, March 7, 2009

Lost Child

Everyone had warned me that she was crazy.
She would sleep with or suck anything.
She got naked on couches in rooms full of strangers.
She was so young and a recovering heroin addict.
They left me alone with her on the porch.
She asked my name, I told her.
She told me her friends suck, that they never call.
She asked me if I have ever felt like I just didn't fit in.
I felt like saving her.
Then I felt like I wanted nothing to do with her.
Which made me feel horrible.

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