Blame

You said it was the wagon’s fault

That it buckled beneath your weight

Wheels going wobbly hitting a stray stone

Sending you headlong into

Oceans of vodka

Clear as spring water

With more than a million

Shards of glass reflecting

What was left of you and how you

Chose the bottle instead of your children


Kuntz Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AND NEITHER ARE YOU out from Unknown Press. You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com.