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.
Addicted
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2 comments:
Whoa, Stacy. Sounds like you're breaking your own rule.
Look into the mirror and repeat after me: "I get it right lots of times."
Now, let's try this: "I'm smart and brave and loving."
Good. Now for the big one: "I am loved."
You are. By many, including me.
You are right Jerri, I did get it right, the medicine came, the man felt cared for, I got to work in the evening and it was still profitable and lots of time I get it right. Of course forgetting to turn the water off while we are on a well the other day was a huge mistake. Thank goodness you all still love me.
Poor kid though really, I hate to see people treating children badly, hate ignorance.
"I am smart and brave and loving," this is good.
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