I Lived at Amethyst Court
When Momma cried and drove home after the party. When you called
her "bitch" and slapped her hard. . . She cried a lot for you. You never had a job, but you said you were smart - always smarter than I "could ever be." But I watched
you, sitting on the vinyl chair, drinking beer in a dirty T-shirt,
and falling asleep to late-night "Star Trek" reruns. I believed you and I cried too.