Not Mac

From his window
The prisoner sees
College Avenue
The traffic
The trees
The sidewalk

A woman
Bends over
Legs splayed
Like a giraffe
Eating grass
Ass in the air

I heart you, Mac
I want you back
While you're inside
Outside's
Out of whack
I really, really want
You back, Mac

She's got a big box
Of giant chalk
Every color
She draws
Quickly
On the sidewalk

She stands
Rubs her hands
On her jeans
Pulls her jacket close
Opens a pack
Of Salems.

I heart you, Mac
I want you back
While you're inside
Outside's
Out of whack
I really, really want
You back, Mac

She looks up
At the jail
She looks down
At her coral-colored heart
She exhales
And looks beyond the trees

She flicks the butt
And grinds it out
Walks away
With a man, not MAC
Who was
Hiding behind a scarlet oak

I heart you, Mac
I want you back
While you're inside
Outside's
Out of whack
I really, really want
You back, Mac

It's not
Her first time
Not Mac's
First time
Not Not-Mac's
First time either

Not-Mac
Is not too bad at least
Not-Mac
Is not locked up but then
Not-Mac
Ain't Mac



Credits
Writer(s): Suzanne Sturgeon
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