hunched at the foot of her naked bed with arms embracing the final suitcase erica wishes the room and the house with the yard would fold into her pocketbook she'd punch them in the trunk of the station wagon complete with dog and debit card far away from home she will be by the weekend's end lost without her mental map or couch, or car, or friend erica moving out of home and living on your own moving out of home and living all alone erica eighteen now and weakly armed with a high school diploma off to the quad all grass and brick and shady erica grown-up now and purchasing clothes with her own goddamn money aren't you big enough to be a lady plastic dresser packed with ragged socks and underwear bumps against the window as they speed to get to there erica moving out of home and living on your own moving out of home and living all aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
