LINDA PARTRIDGE by A. Gates
"Have you seen death in your bed?
In your house?"
I regret my transgressions,
Dirty secrets I only now begin to tell.
I fear I was a giver of my body to other men,
Those who were not dying in bed.
And when he coughed and his brain turned,
I was doing things wrong.
I don't want to see the son come home.
I don't want him to know
I am broken, too.
So the pills are good -
All I deserve
Because I love him -
Him whom I hurt.
So tears come naturally.
A start for rain.
As the song fades,
So do I.
A hazy mess.
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