StarCat/CatStar

The Margaret collection
By Mercedes Webb-Pullman
They were neighbours in Systrum Street
Because her daddy
loved her and it hurt
the State took Margaret away.
Her next daddy loved her
the same, his sons as well.
It didn’t hurt as much now.
She left at sixteen and drifted
to Kings Cross, a beat on the street,
a habit; life was brutal
as she’d expected
‘til she fell in love
with Warren
who married her.
They worked together;
she turned tricks, he
was the house bouncer.
They dreamed of Lebanon;
her blue eyes and blonde hair
would provide
a Big Rock Candy Mountain
of easy money
and the world’s best smack.
‘Couples with similar interests
who work together for a common goal
are more likely to have
a stable and enduring relationship’.
Margaret
Her hands have held so many men
they feel nothing anymore;
to her the world is made of cocks
unconnected to hearts or minds.
She shoots herself up in my kitchen.