Palm Trees and IVs

Of course, I lusted after her, my own niece.
If you'd have seen her, you'd have lusted,
Too, I know. She used to come here in
The summer, certain, as a high school
Senior, that that body and that face
Would get her almost anything,
And she was right. She worked it
Well, but now she's in her final
Twenties, in Las Vegas (where else
Would she end up?), with someone
She loves. I went to see her there
One time. We walked to lunch through
Oven heat, and talked. We had a
Pleasant time. Now, I hear that she
Is in the hospital. Her mother says
She's there because of alcohol. I wish
Her well. I think I know the pressures
That she's always faced: the lust
Of stupid guys like me. I should,
But won't, go to Las Vegas, shamed.
I'll offer this, instead. Come here
To rest. I will not lust. I'll get you
Anything you want. Get better.
You're my niece.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-11 at 00:27

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