The Silent Treatment

Mama
always told me:
"If you can't say something
nice, say nothing." Dead drunk, passed out
again
on the front lawn in full view of
our head wagging neighbors
I greet you with
silence.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 2   Fall & Winter, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by SJ Baldock.