Completely in love with Magnetic fields...

Irma waits by the window,
Vaguely looking down at her socks
And humming. Possibly her
Father will come home with a box
Of chocolates. Possibly
Not. Father's memory
was never what it once was.
Shouldn't really drive anymore,
Either. As if in answer
With a sound like blowing up your
Ears, Father's jeep crashes
Through Irma's wall.

Copyright 2004- Magnetic Fields.