Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 01/08/20


she’s nothing but bones

she’s nothing but bones
and i see her every day;
fade a little more;
a little less of her
for the world to
smash and burn –

every day i sit in front
of a laundromat,
on the sad side of town;
smoke cigarettes;
watch people wander by –

she walks by,
nearly a ghost –

every day
she asks for a quarter;
just a quarter;
i can’t guess her age;
maybe a quarter means something
more to her,
than to me –

i give her a quarter;
shiny, new, freshly minted –

some days she asks for speed;
i have that too;
she gets the family discount –

i shouldn’t sell her;
i shouldn’t sell anyone –

one day she will fade away
to dust;
nothing left,
just old clothes and a roll
of quarters –

hopefully i will notice
she’s not around;
we all want someone to
when we’re not around –

really that’s all you
in the end
is someone to notice
when you’re gone –

Ā©Jack Henry all rights reserved

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Jack Henry is a California based poet hiding out in the high desert. After a ten-year hiatus from writing, Jack has returned and has recently been published in Winamop, Red Fez, Dope Fiend Daily, Bold Monkey, Horror Sleaze Trash, Rusty Truck, Smoking Typewriter, Raven Cage, Poetic Diversity, Fearless (upcoming), Dissident Voice (Upcoming), and Misfits Magazine (Upcoming). There are several chapbooks and two full-length books, With The Patience of Monuments (NeoPoesis Press) and Crunked (Epic Rites), and there is that Heroin Love Songs journal he produces from time to time.

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