Sarah’s world

Tomorrow I’ll smoke, slender white sticks between my lips- two 

Then I will let go, maybe 

Am I dying? Memories float up - I should’ve kissed Alayna when we were painting on her floor 

Again the the pink jean jacket gun appears so I hold it and 

She strokes the dirty porcelain face of her rainbow brite doll, smooths the orange stringy hair 

I would buy her those white slip on sandals

Sit RIGHT next to her at the dinner table while she ate the largest portion of creamed fish with Lawrys salt and green peas 

Bring her a man to save her from the bathroom stall where she hid

I will save you Sarah, we don’t need another