Janet

	                                    the word love flew out of
	                                    his mouth like a rock
	                                    hitting me
	                                    hurting me

	                                    I learned how to suffer
	                                    what he called love
	                                    what he did to me behind the shrubs
	                                    on the hard downtrodden dirt
	                                    I never suspected
	                                    it could be any different

	                                    sometimes I looked up
	                                    at the moon
	                                    poor cardboard manikin
	                                    trudging across the sky

	                                    sometimes I just
	                                    closed my eyes

	                                    it is a memory now
	                                    glued to my life