Your auntie's fada's sistah's uncle's tutu's hanai braddah's baby mama's tree trimmah's cousin.
BEGINNING OF THE NEXT LINE
Where once was guilt and demise
fire, a curse
Blue water and skies
High
Blank page still blank
An ink-cat on ink
goes inkling and stinkling by.
Maybe ‘cause last night I was with you
and in the morning I blew
My hit out toward the sky
rocketed my heart.
A few days of bad farts.
I’m never going to freakin’ lie
in that bed of thorns again.
I sigh
I know you sigh too.
But if you’ll be with me
I’ll run in front of you
Soft cushy landing ahead
smack dab in the bed of my spread
so you have time to look back.
Bones of our dead.