Those silver cans ofgovernment meat, seton the table with a redand white checkeredtablecloth.An old yellow light hungon a chain illuminatingthe can of meat.It tasted like flavorlessgum.It seemed like a mish-mashof byproducts that no oneelse wanted.Mom always tried to makea...

Never try to knowwhat the eyes don't saythe air stopsthe hands pretendbut never tryguessing what the eyesdo not say...

  ohhhhushlil babydon't you cry mommas gonna sell youagain tonight and if thatpretty dressdon't fitmommy will draw thema landing strip a place in spaceyour mind will go so the tearscan dig them a comfort zone and when your criesfall on deaf ears 3b will see youin...