Bluebell Meadow

Bullets, bedposts, rotten luck. A
thought this small could stand upon a
single bluebell in this beauty
spot.

Lipsticked lips and cigarettes.
The feeling of her mamma’s finger-
nails upon her back when she is
sick.

Just then a white crack of laughter shot
up, broke into two and then
one half got stuck just
behind her left eye.
Just then a white crack of laughter shot
up, broke into two and then
one half got stuck–

Kicks and capers, dirty jokes. De-
manding she be paid in form of
tangerines and plastic steamboats.

Double this and double that.
Knuckles front and knuckles back–her
happy laugh so bright–and blue–and
flat–

Just then a white crack of laughter shot
up, broke into two and then
one half got stuck just
behind her left eye.
Just then a white crack of laughter shot
up, broke into two and then
one half got stuck–

Charlie what the fuck’s this doing in my house–
you take your scrawny ass and get out.

Charlie.

Charlie what the fuck’s this doing in my house–
you take your scrawny ass and get out.

Charlie–
Charlie–
Charlie.

Just then a white crack of laughter shot
up, broke into two and then
one half got stuck.