Legs

to one good character, in all its meaning

,
they trashed the porch
with laughter
my mom sang along
the
'Shame on me'
song

I used to keep cigarette buds
on hold,
not trash
but last minute
hope

I grew a pair
of legs
the years
they've been ten
they've been fine

screaming on the weekends
soldiers riddles
'shame on me'
on repeat
like a rape
rapping away
on the front page

newspapers
flashing headlines
on the front page

I saw my face once
in a dream



the last standing soldier
without you,





Legs