Fuckedupness

She dragged herself along the street
Half-empty wine bottle in her hand
She flopped onto a doorstep
Grim noises and spit gurgled up from her insides
She embodied life’s fuckedupness
Some kindly citizens made a call
But not without judgment
A siren came closer and closer
My heart sank a little more
They took her away in their medical van
It was sad
Not because she was going to die,
Because she wasn’t going to live either

First published on The Blue Hour: 

http://thebluehourmagazine.com/2013/01/27/3-poems-by-jean-byrne/

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