Fingers

Submitted by Mo on September 17, 2007 - 21:30.

there’s a girl on my street
twelve years old,
in an abandoned theater.
her parents leave her there: alone,
afraid, in a seat, on a stage.

her gray mother and gray father
see the grinder everyday.

yet she sits
and smiles,
and sings sour;
I’ve been waiting for this moment,
all of my life.