one abortion was bad luck
two abortions is, like, totally uncool
three abortions is you're being downright stupid
i don't really know you anymore
know not who you're hanging out with
what ever happened to your artistic ventures?
you freaked out you say
you cracked
lost all joy
i think to myself (this you don't know)
you never let me kiss you
not even touch your hair
i tell you on the phone (this you hear barely,
because of the cheap calling card)
that three is being downright stupid
you cry and suddenly
you're next to me
wetting my shoulder
we are older and what was light wear
turns into scratches and tear
our backpacks are not fashionable anymore
heavy burden, broken dreams
in ziploc bags standing
at the very bottom of our frozen hearts
i can't afford to fly there
and embrace this avalanche with you
you are a faint broken voice on a speaker
until a woman's voice speaking spanish
is saying something like credit is over
and then i heard a busy tone
bruce silverton (Rapid City, SD, 1977)
