The Witness

claimed he couldn’t

remember

a party, eating

fried chicken, watching

Booty Call.

 

couldn’t remember feeling

suicidal. a

Smith and Wesson 38

shells in

the chamber traded for

cocaine.

 

couldn’t remember

a black t-shirt stuffed

inside a disgarded Christmas

tree. a gun

shot wound to the

head. His daughter’s

body.

 

I wrote this poem using words/phrases from a news article in the Baldwin Star on March 1, 1998.

 

2 thoughts on “The Witness”

    1. Pretty bad. Lake county was/is a beautiful spot in the Manistee National forest about 30 minutes from Lake Michigan. There were so many depressing stories among the local people that the summer people, who came up to their cottages, had no idea about.

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