DAVID HARKINS POETRY
MONDAY MORNING
and your purse is empty
except for the “Talkin Tarn” key ring with the picture of a dragonfly on it
which has begun to fade
like any hope you once had
of being a good mother to our three kids.
There is no hot water left to wash the dishes.
Still in bed
I'm listening to Springsteen
and over at his grans is Our Ryan
borrowing a tenner
so I can go for a drink.
David Harkins 07 07 03
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