Dear Auntie Popp

08/12/2016

 

Before the bomb exploded in her liver

She poured me a Bailey’s on Christmas

Lamenting how she never loved her husband

As she kicked his dog away with her pink mule slippers

Sipping on a Miller Lite and sucking on a cigarette

You’ll be different she said, you’ll get out

I’m stuck

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