There’s this alley in the back lot.

Down by the tower near the dome.

She is living under cardboard.

In a box that she calls home.

The boredom overtook her.

She left the kids with just a kiss.

Growing up, she supposes.

It’s not so bad, but smells like piss.

There’s that guy who said he loved her.

He drops off food to ease his pain.

Doesn’t know what he’d do different.

If he could do it all again.

Sometimes, she does remember.

In her mind, details fade…

There’s a hero and some villains.

And a church where she once prayed.

In her dreams, there are two wolves.

One brings light, and one bad seed.

She used to know that angel.

The other she did feed.

Dennis Mantin