By Jenn   (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 26 January 2000

Grab Bag

You went on your shopping spree
filling your cart with alcohol,
self-pity,
and self-loathing,
and went off
to spin wildly out of control.
And I sat here
like a 25 cent grab bag
on the candy counter.
A generic paper bag full 
of anger, sadness, fear,
helplessness and hopelessness
and an undying love for you.