Sitting in the humid, Virginia, hellacious heat
Two and a half hours
watching for the mail to arrive, under a shade tree in some strangers driveway
Supposed to be at other job today, another one I work alone
I won't get fired, but I won't make any money either
Trying to keep the guilty worthless speech from playing in my head, again.
He needs that medicine, it comes in the mail
If he doesn't have it, meltdowns are inevitable
He's been out since yesterday
Rednecks cursing at the baby in the laundromat across the street
"Git yure ass in dare"
Loud Fat Momma and greasy tattooed convict Deaady
leave little toddler behind the glass door with Granny
and drive away
Baby animal screams like fire engine sirens
and collapses on the dusty laundromat floor.