In The Middle Of The Night
She played video games
on a dirty brown couch
that reeked of Doritos
and sweaty ass.
She pulled the heads
off her Barbie dolls
in a dark apartment
above Charley’s Bar
where her mother
turned tricks for crack.
She joined the Army
to pay for college–
put on boots
and slammed
to Combat Rock.
Now she sits on a
leather sectional,
sells adult toys
in Manhattan,
has 798 friends
on Facebook,
updates her page
with sexy videos
and hangs up
when her mother
calls bawling
in the middle
of the night.
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
http://juliebuff.wordpress.com/
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3 comments:
Loved this one of Julie's. I remember it as one of the first poems I ever read by her. A fine one. :)
Julie is a wonderful poet who sees and knows the South. I love her work.
"In The Middle of the Night" is a favorite of mine. I don't remember all that white space, but it does make you slow down and internalize each line.
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