You shall see them.

You can see them,
On an aisle in the supermarket,
As they fill up their carts,
With the things that,
Fill their lives.
What’s for dinner?
The bathroom is a mess.
What have you been doing all day?

You can see them sitting,
In the living room,
Eyes darting from the clock on the wall,
To the door.
From the clock on the wall,
To the door.
From the clock on the wall,
To the door,
That won’t be opening
Till their eyes have closed.

You can see them counting quarters
While their dollar bills
Are neatly tucked
in the ass of a pair of sweaty undies.

You can see them,
Washing lipstick off a collar,
while their own lips remain unmoving.
uncolored.
unsmudged.

You can see them on the sideway,
With their facetious smiles,
And bruises from banged doors.
They say.

You will see them,
Knife plunged,
Blood spewing,
Life drifting.

You will see them.
The women who gave it all,
For love.
And the men who
Could not give a damn.

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