Still, she swept.
She did not like housework, but this is what she was reduced to,
Cleaning up after someone else.
Among the dirt
Was a old photograph
A young couple in matching holiday sweaters,
In front of a Christmas tree,
Arms around each other,
Drinks in hand
and very much in love.
Already she did not like them;
— for being happy,
— for being pretty,
–for being young.
She stared until the picture blurred
Bitter tears over an old photograph
That wasn’t even hers;
This is what she had been reduced to.
Still, she wept.
After spending his formative years being tormented by nuns JJ (aka jfx mcloughlin) has recently joined forces with a very different kind of sister. Our go-to guy in case of zombie apocalypse or poetry crisis, he’s a writer with allota heart. And we love him for it.
JJ’s work appears around Twisted Sister, floating through the Twitterverse at @jfxmcl, and he remains the mysterious force behind deadsurvivors and jimmy junk. Be sure to check out Safe House and look for JJ waving an AR-15 and booking it out of town.