Issue
 #30 

April
2014


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a poem by Ron Riekki

You Say

garbage can
is your motto,
that even trash
will succeed
with a bit of effort,
except you
have seven
misdemeanors,
and the ankle
bracelet that keeps
track of your
every move
is a bit restrictive.
you say
get me pregnant
and then two
of us will be
incarcerated,
one in my gut
and one in the gut
of this shit
apartment.
I say
that's so romantic
and you puke
from the vodka
insisting
it's pre-pre-pre-pre-
morning sickness.

© by Ron Riekki
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #30 ~ April 2014