When Things Were Sweet and Good
I know what the foreign hair ribbon
curled like a pink satin cobra
under our bathroom sink
means.
Remember when I told you I was seven,
And how I told you how I grew up a swamp baby.
How Jess and I would play Indians in the stinking mud
And the honeysuckle vines that weren’t honeysuckle,
instead red trumpets of poison
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