Who Loves Ya Baby?

My husband can’t save me now,

though it was him who drove me here.

To fight, curse and cry through one of my greatest fears.

I made my peace with God,

they say it’s good to do.

But I really can stop thinking

of this fashion faux pa cap of blue.

Try to smile for the camera, this could be the time-if mom sees this when I’m gone she should think I liked the crime-I’ll commit against nature against gravity itself-So why am I up here trying to prove myself? There are birds for these things-humans shouldn’t fly what the hell am I doing up this high?-Who the hell is this Elio, why is his package at rest on my back? He screams in accented English, the glazed look in his eye screeches

I’m on CRACK!!!

Don’t they screen these guys, he has my life in his hands. I’m supposed to trust him not to smack me into land?

 That damn little chord that I can’t quite reach,

 taunts me with visions of my eternal sleep.

Elio comes through with an Inspector Gadget type arm,

My husband said I’d come to no harm.

He dragged me out there,

made me face death to learn trust,

but Elio pulled that damned chord,

so it’s my husband I cussed.

Sara Brito