Jennifer goes to hell

she was my sister
my blister
I miss her. everyday. not dead
but so damn close
maybe worse, in boston.

She was running
always running
sunning in the rain
the disdain
I feel is a knife

she was my sister
my god I miss her
but she is lost in hell
or boston,

whatever they call that fucking place.
gone without a trace
but I remember her face, and the place
and the time when I saw her
and the sound of her laugh
and the riff-raff she called friends
and the way she left
silent

in the night without a fight.
No "Mom you're a bitch"
no scratching the itch. just gone

to boston..no phone..no home
and fuck the car loan.
she was my sister
my blister
gone to hell