I was on my way to see a “girl”
watching TV is her life in a room with
closed windows and the heavy stench of cigarettes 
lingering. she doesn’t see a reason for change

before I got to her place,
out my car window I saw another girl who
goes on TV every night, she hopped the stairs swiftly
like a gallant deer as if running from too much attention
attention that she couldn’t live without

the first one is surrounded by despair
“even when you get what you want,
you’re still not happy” was the truth she saw
an angel punished – incarnated

“that’s life” she calmly said
s/he lit another one,
s/he sat…
and waited.







[06.19.08]