A slender, swaying dandelion
juts up through a crack
in the sidewalk
which leads to the porch
where she sits
and drinks from a bottle
behind the concealment
of smoke from
a burning cigarette.
The door opens behind her
and he stands and stares
before shaking his head
and pursing his lips
at the woman he married.
He tells her she's a whore
but she doesn't move
and the door closes
and the bedroom light
goes off
and she drinks
in the dark.
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