the leaves are floating a little.
she had
worked three jobs
three dead-end jobs.
she spent
her money on her baby
and her deadbeat husband.
never spent
anything for herself
but she still worked three dead-end
jobs.
her husband
never touched her
only took the money to the bar.
all the
patrons took pity on her
and her two year old baby.
they had
moved from troy montana to cascade idaho
in search of an honest life.
she lost her
jobs one by one
when she stopped coming to work.
‘where’s isabel?’
‘i’m sorry, who?’
he placed
her in a lake
where the maple trees grow five stories
high
the leaves
are floating a little
she is floating a little.
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