MARIE JANE / CHARLIE

 Sittin pretty at a party

Too many bodies round me.

Drunk daughters, sons actin hardy.

Behind me Marie

Offers me to join Jane 

And her in the bathroom. 

Backrooms of my brain,

I see a young man whom 

Looks like my father.

In his twenties. 

Bloodshot, dishonour, throwin dollar

After dollar, pennies.  

At the woman who would

Become my mother.

Marie, Jane and Charlie stood

there, dancin to music lover.

Slippin something to my father,

Then me in the bathroom.

Sat on top of a washer,

Lines on top of Matthew's

Toilet, like lines I saw

In my backrooms, while

Mother muttered something about law,

Charlie kissed her with a smile. 

by; Tori Sheehan