How to End a Conversation
My #5 for National Poetry Month
"Ya never know what a walk might bring"
her breath a sour mash of stained red
or maybe brown, hard to tell in the dark
neon blitz greens up a smile
that freezes insides
spits from between those greenies
pulls whiskey under blood shot eyes
Insides thaw if you wait long enough
they wrap around
and hold you
as greenies descend.
I didn't know, not for sure
but can guess.
I kick her pegged leg
on the way out.
Process Note: I was struck by this picture and the stories it could tell. I am not even sure that this is a poem, but this is what came out--a bit on the grisly side for me--
© 2017 Audrey Howitt