Ha!
We at sixteen short of grace and long of hair
Unfurled
our unholiness like a scroll across our faces
We
wadded homeliness like a poem and stuffed it
Down
the neck of a tall-boy we toted in a paper bag
Southern
jasmine bloomed that spring all over hell
We
died of laughter that spring remember when
We
died of laughter? We lost nothing by living
Our
bodies were just the right size for love and hate
Just
like anybody else’s really we loved our wild
Pebbles
and all the fish we caught and tamed
And
taught to sit and stay and bark all over hell
Wherever
we went we were always coming back
We
saw everywhere spinning around everything
We
made sunset and each morning come alive
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