lotto winner
lotto winner
By DIY Danna
i
crawling out of bed
champagne for brains
swimming in her head
she presses the snooze button
and granny gets out of her grave
to remind babygirl of the winning ticket
and to pour a pot of folgers
into a cold carafe of whole milk
ii
the milk eventually sours the stomach
and causes her to cramp
and as she flails on the wooden floor
of her modern furniture bedroom.
the one night stand gives her a high-five
and asks her if she’ll be okay.
“No, call a cab -
and take me to the nearest cemetery.”
iii
he performs last rites and
empties her purse to reveal a condom
“You’re going to hell for using these.
Not purgatory. That’s for faggots.”
I poked holes in all the condoms we used
last night with a safety pin
when you were celebrating
the winning ticket.”
iv
too weak to fight him
and overcome by the waves
she drowns in a sea of love
polluted by his contempt
of her refusal to share the wealth.
he keeps her alind the lock to her room on
a gold chain he bought
diydanna @ May 13, 2007
this poem is amazing.
“the one night stand gives her a high-five
and asks her if she’ll be okay.
“No, call a cab -
and take me to the nearest cemetery.”
this is priceless.
the fourth stanza’s a keeper.
Woops. I didn’t know this one was out in plain sight. It’s actually incomplete. The last stanza is missing a line because I was too tired to think of something clever. Maybe I should have ended the entire affair like this:
“He keeps the lock to her room on
a gold chain he bought
from a dying con-artist.” {?)