when I watch you 

wrapped up like garbage 

sitting, surrounded by the smell 

of too old potato peels 

or

when I watch you 

in your old man's shoes 

with the little toe cut out 

sitting, waiting for your mind 

like next week's grocery 

I say

when I watch you

you wet brown bag of a woman 

who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia

used to be called the Georgia Rose

I stand up

through your destruction

I stand up