when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting， surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
or when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting， waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up through your destruction
I stand up