young man carbuncular falls apart decomposes hell if I know
love with which my white mother read me uncle remus stories
before bed in what she thought was a proper accent you
can skin me you can cook me but whatever you do don’t
throw me into that briar patch ell kitchen was a dream colonial
if I bought a house that old I must have roots top bunk first
just for stuffed animals then for me elevated to the swirled
plaster ceiling I wrote my college essay about seeing jesus there
who? backing up the car first drive almost crashed
up your back tentacles front seat buckle up for this nuclear
potholed road ride rode to avuncular homeo
stasis growing up home drove by to see the stewartia
still peeking up over the fence saying yes meaning
first why have you waited so long to ask

March 9, 2025