Somedays

April 14, 2008
By Sadie Waala, Batavia, NY

the roads shuffled the leaves
dry winter-choked, the ball
of the earth inhaled and exhaled
softly- the ball
of my foot pressed the gas, we passed
the halfway house where a mama sat
a troubled hen, a cigerette
held loosely in her dead left hand
"they took her babies" my own mama said

some days i wonder if they'll take me next


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