I saw her walking away 

From the slip n slide,

A very faraway look on her face.

She never heard her husband say,

“This is not supposed to hook up this way.”

She never heard another word.

She simply walked across the road,

Away from her house and her three year old,

And over the hill.

The last thing anybody heard her say,

Was she was looking for a guy

That drove a black Chevy,

Two door, sedan.

He drew his line,

And she drew hers.

It pinged so far

Down the line,

That the slip n slide split its sheets

From top to bottom,

Just like the veil in the temple,

And just like her at the bar that night,

When the Righteous One said,

“Smoke ‘em it ya got ‘em.”

-jenn