At the Senior Apartments
She was a big black mountain of a woman
An infectious laugh, in a wheelchair
With her wheelchair and infectious laugh
We played Dirty Uno everyday
Every day we played Dirty Uno
We never talked much about the past
We never talked too much about the past
She saved vegetables to make a stew
We laughed when she wanted to make stew
Later she was arrested, extradited
She was arrested to face murder charges
They say she killed a man for money
She never had much money for food
She was a big black mountain of a woman.
Love this. The form, the descriptions, the story. Thanks for sharing.
I like the repetitions and the couplets that mirror you and the woman, sadness and joy. Good job!
I love this poem for the story it tells and its intriguing form.
Very good images; like it.