Roadside Stand ( A Goodbye to an Abuser)

Bye jerk!

Bending in the heat,

You have picked me like fruit

Tossed me into a wicker basket

And sold me at a roadside stand.

 

If I were as fortunate

to have roaming hawk eyes like yours,

Legs like yours that could run,

Hands like yours that could grasp

and pull from the root

 

And a mind that could sell for profit,

I would set up an awning of green

Park a chair on the seam of a country road

and wait for the first taker.

 

Exchanging you for cash, I'd zip up

my wallet, hearing the clang of the

rustic cash drawer in the

turning of the day into dusk.

 

Shielding my eyes, I'd watch

the wheels of that poor sucker's car spin,

and kick all that red dust into the sky.