May 25, 2004 17:14
1988, with no saviour.
sister tugs at my pigtails
and i am crying and pointing
at the television which is
crackling with a broken antenae.
the movie is about lovers from a house
i can not pronounce the name of, their eyes
look in rapture. and
i can smell mother cooking
something greasy and hear my father's
sports radio's echeos from on the porch.
my sister is jealous of things i can see
and she can not, i open my palms
to the ceiling.