life takes blood
and blood takes life
it's the only real circle
she says, with a laugh
that's only a little bitter
a touch too sweet
you heard about her
from a woman who drinks
with the grandfather
of your friend's friend
from down the block
so here you are
(down more than one block)
where she holds court with no one
gesticulating smoke
and menacing you
with a can of beer
you brought her offerings
out of necessity if not respect
most of a bottle of jack
a pack of unfiltered camels
a lock of hair
(it's not really yours
but you can both pretend)
you just hope it's enough
it's not like you have more
(you wouldn't be here
if you weren't desperate)
she takes what you have
laughing like she's taking you
(she probably is
this is probably a scam)
and promises you
that life takes blood
and blood takes life
Mairi Graham-Shaw
© 2013
Image links to its source on Wiki Commons
Kniende in orange-rotem Kleid (Kneeling Female in Orange-Red Dress): Egon Schiele - 1910
public domain
Had I realised you were posting it, I'd have come up with a catchier temporary title! Great picture though. = )
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the Schiele illustration! Yes, me being disorganized; by the time I decided on the poem it was too late to contact you--sorry! : )
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