Poetry submitted by Naomi on Saturday, March 27, 2004 at 3:08PM :

Part of you is buried in field behind a church
I want to kick your stone over and spit on you
guess I should leave your son home
you don't deserve him
When will I stop hating you
I can't see the road ahead
Part of you is sprinkled on sacred Yellowstone ground
where we met
I want to burn it
someone said we hurt the people we love the most
you ripped my fu*king heart out...