The little girl loves stuffed animals. They feel.
The little boy loves to run. He feels his lungs explode.
The young female loves attention. She feels wanted when the boys penetrate her.
The young male loves to beat his girlfriend. He feels powerful.
The twenty-something woman loves to snort crank. She feels beautiful.
The twenty-something man loves to rob liquor stores. He feels such a rush.
The middle-aged woman loves her children. She feels distraught knowing she's dying of AIDS and knowing they are dying with her.
The middle-aged man loves to read the Bible. He feels depressed knowing he's going to die alone in prison.
The old women loves her second chance, too bad she had to bury all her children.
The old man loves Jesus, too bad he had no one the night they killed him.
At least the little girl had a second chance.
At least the little boy had Jesus holding his hand.
Monday, March 15, 2004
// posted by Monday
©2004 Megan Flynn