i can't find moony after all

and so we rode around, finally down the street, so shrunken
the future was in the backseat, locked in, i looked and could not beliee
the house i grew up in. just about prisoners in niggatown,no knocking in that door
memories are bettered served,fresh.
the waitress was speechless, la nieta unsuspecting that this was the end

10 years after 1999

i count. i count drinks of water in the middle of the night. i count to 4 when i cannot sleep. i count my lucky stars.
i count decades, faces, names, silverware, straws, and love.
i count myself amongst the lucky ones.
1 time gianna sleep over.
1 time i gave a son to the world.
1 time i gloried in a little girl.
i time i was beloved..safe, warm and
you know, gloried in.
my name is susan lorraine.
i am the daughter or irv and ruth
hold my hand, go around the corner with me
lets see.............what happens next.
maybe i will find moony moony boy after all.