going places...

she was classless:
that much was obvious.
still, what she lacked in areas of refinement,
she made up for in her cooking.
waffles were her specialty, and
though she could not taste or smell them,
she 'd heard they were delicious.

gratitude is not free,

/rather/

it: materializes,

born beside a long line of

hand-me-down

clothing,

tattered shirts,

threadbare jeans,

socks with

holes at toeline.

fabric always

two shades off,

patterns wrong,

appearing

"dated."

furthering these

indecencies were

the arguments,

chronically &

systematically,
out of style.