by Melanie Browne
At his
Job interview
at McDonald’s
he mentions
his doctor’s
generosity
with Vicodin
during his
lengthy recuperation
for back surgery
Are you
currently taking
Vicodin
she asks
looking him
straight in the eyes
Oh no,
he says,
I’m clean
and clear
of that now
Ok, she says,
let’s move on,
and she
places the
W-4 form
in front of him
while he tries to
wake the
leg that has
fallen asleep
*Melanie Browne is co-editor of Leaf Garden press
http://melspoemsandsuch.blogspot.com/
http://leafgardenpress.com
Heaven is a Giant Pawn Shop/ Poems by Melanie Browne
http://www.erbacce-press.com/#/melanie-browne/4533546014/
Monday, January 25, 2010
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