I wonder if you
still sleep with Hunnydew,
the stuffed, green pig that
I bought at the jewelry store
in the mall down the road, or
if he was sacrificed months ago,
a makeshift bull's-eye for the dart
that you threw in anger
as you muttered my name
under your breath.
© 2005 Amy E. Hall
Thursday, August 24, 2006
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