Remember Sherry? My brother Luke's
piece: the one who got into that godawful tangle with him at Paycheck's
in Hamtramck. The one who threw that half-empty bottle of Beefeater Gin
at his head when he told her to stop drinking. The one who folded up like
an old coat and skidded flapping
down the length of the basement wall when he
elbowed her square in the solar plexus.
Hell, you remember Sherry, I'm sure.
The thing is, she's dead.
was holding her feet