Poetry

My front porch
Around 11 at night
Bare feet on concrete
Blue and red lights
I placed the call
But you're talking to him
The things I could tell you
If you'd let me in
But this is a club
And I don't belong
The rules are enforced
My gender is wrong
So I stand here all bloody
Thin nightgown, no shoes
You ask about drugs
Did I have any booze
You've been here before
You know the drill
He's drugging and drinking
And mentally ill
Still you give warnings
To me, not to him
The next time I call
You’re bringing me in
So from now til forever
I'll be doing just fine
In a hidden shallow grave
In the middle of the pines
I kept his secret
And I honored your pact
I hope when you're scared
That they've got your back
I'm one in a million
The battered and missing
If only the biased
Would believe it and listen
But my husband's on your rec team
And you've got a game at four
So you mark the file cold
And you head on out the door