Miss Liberty by Jasen Sousa

Miss Liberty

We park in the Walgreens

behind Cambridge Hospital.

She staggers out of my car,

Dunkin Donuts mug

glued to the palm of her hand,

butt crack crawling 

out of her jeans.

She carries her coffee up a dirt trail 

that leads to the hospital,

right arm raised in the air.  

Early morning green, modern day Statue of Liberty

with shades and blonde hair.

I sit in my car 

and read a Stephen King comic,

wait for her to return 

from a shot of methadone.

Back in the car,

less jumpy,

Band-Aid on her mouth,

a quiet ride home.

First Published

in

Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7