My side porch swing, my everything.
Meat and butter on the counter,
my sister the pouter.
My tall thin gray house,
my mother’s third spouse.
Green carpet on the stairs
and sticky kitchen chairs.
Sour sink rag, my flag girl flag.
Brown air conditioner box,
Why can’t I find matching socks?
A sister, a brother,
that crazy fucking mother.
Iron maiden in the tape deck,
One more hickey on my neck.
Roller skating rink,
Rusting Brillo pads under the sink,
Yellow corded phone over the bar,
she wondering where we are.