get home from where you've been

He raped her from behind
when he found her funny-funny pictures,
clenched his hand to the back of her head
and killed her when she came with her dirty little secrets.
People call him crazy
but he's not quite there; prone to shots
of laughter - his eyes no longer look
when he speaks soft and slow...
He's been waiting pacing for you -
get home from where you've been.
Ambien has an aftertaste,
you can taste nausea in your gut -
but now I am up and the vodka's warm and my woman's
warm in another home.
We can laugh together tonight...
We'll smile at the photos and speak of
the future, things undone.
Come, come,
Get home from where you've been.

* (cause I look good in it)