Posted by alexandra_k on February 17, 2005, at 20:13:43
In reply to Re: *, posted by alexandra_k on February 17, 2005, at 18:40:25
I don't know how the empty bottles got in there.
Stacked to the ceiling on the shelf in my closet.
Piled part way up the wall from the floor of my closet.
The odour of cheap wine seeping through
Their paper bags.They would clunk as I climbed up on top of them
But it was a refuge from the whanau (family) meeting.
Singing
through the ceiling
They were standing on my head singing
Loud
Religious songs
And the screaming was bad.
The door pulled open from the outside
There I am
Perched on the mound of bottles.
I didn't fit in too good in the home.
poster:alexandra_k
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