my
hair
was
long
my
skin
was
brown
i
grew
tumbleweeds
summer
'86
i
signed
for
the
first
time
a
copy
of
my
book
i
felt
rather
pleased
hush
those
eyes
cat
i
don't
need
your
judgment
i
got
enough
troubles
I
read
my
favorite
poem
over
and
over
until
I
hated
it
I
regret
that
lie
that
I
told
when
I
said
that
I
was
lying
he
looked
at
her
and
the
other
guy
looked
at
him
the
girl
looked
at
neither
their
names
are
Rita
Mabel
and
Jackie
and
soon
they
will
run
the
world
candy
she
said
was
what
she
wanted
and
that
would
make
her
world
brighter
I
had
put
the
past
where
I
thought
it
belonged
but
ghosts
can
transcend
time
I
felt
like
Tess
D'Uberville
when
my
sordid
past
came
back
to
haunt
me
they
probably
have
bad
schools
on
Mars
and
can
you
imagine
the
housing
prices
remind
me
when
I'm
down
that
I
really
have
a
beautiful
fucking
life
I
want
to
fall
into
dreams
with
you
under
the
covers
it's
winter
we
were
born
in
winter
we
married
in
winter
it
is
winter
now
I
want
you
to
have
your
way
with
me
like
you're
not
supposed
to
have
me
get
thee
behind
me
Satan
I
want
to
resist
but
the
moon
is
low
-Ella Fitzgerald
aren't
you
a
handsome
man
I've
heard
that
before
but
it's
never
made
me
blush
she
came
in
all
glitter
and
gold
wearing
costume
jewelry
like
a
queen
the
rose
is
my
daughter
Rita
the
apple
is
my
daughter
Maggie
it's
the
desert
and
how
my
body
feels
dead
being
away
from
it
he
said
it
was
his
worst
nightmare
and
I
said
it
was
my
dream
come
true
the
city
ghosts
I
feel
in
the
walls
the
country
ghosts
I
feel
in
the
trees
she
looked
so
pretty
in
the
dark
bar
but
I
didn't
take
her
picture
it
was
another
cold
grey
winter
day
and
I
got
some
reading
done
there's
a
ghost
in
my
house
that
uses
the
oven
around
1
o'clock
I
could
hear
her
slurping
her
beans
while
I
meditated
in
the
next
room
he
visits
me
as
a
hummingbird
I
think
of
him
when
I
water
the
plants
I
keep
thinking
of
a
book
I
read
when
I
was
twelve
I
can't
remember
I
have
an
envelope
I
keep
letters
from
my
daughters
and
husband
he
crosses
his
legs
in
his
sleep
he
rubs
his
feet
together
when
he's
tired
he
kept
his
weed
at
the
bottom
of
a
cereal
box
we
were
fifteen
I
want
to
be
inside
him
wrapped
up
in
his
limbs
his
body
my
skin
I'm
going
to
be
a
gift
giver
like
my
mother
in
law
the
best
it's
so
funny
we
can
be
so
deeply
in
love
and
not
know
we're
in
love
she
said
my
name
is
granny
she
wanted
the
people
to
call
her
granny
the
old
woman's
lips
pouted
sweetly
she
kept
the
expressions
of
her
youth
I
read
of
the
girl
being
hung
for
crimes
that
weren't
even
really
crimes
he
thought
I
was
reading
but
I
wasn't
I
was
just
staring
at
the
page
I
was
wondering
where
I
was
then
I
looked
up
at
the
moon
and
knew
we
rode
our
bikes
through
fog
singing
eye
of
the
tiger
we
were
awesome
I
sat
up
in
bed
awake
all
night
feeling
lonely
in
my
full
house
she
drew
a
picture
of
the
sun
shouting
whoo
hoo
which
just
made
sense
she
spent
hours
with
oil
pastels
and
cardboard
boxes
making
a
new
world
the
romance
and
the
reality
of
this
life
duel
for
my
affections
the
rain
pitter-pattered
on
the
roof
I
hoped
it
wouldn't
freeze
it's
winter
instead
of
writing
you
a
poem
I'll
just
sit
in
this
cold
and
think
it's
been
so
cold
our
fires
have
been
burning
through
the
day
and
through
the
night
I
dreamt
of
the
Galloping
Hessian
losing
his
head
to
the
canon
I
just
wanna
read
Thomas
Hardy
all
day
long
and
all
night
long
too
he's
liked
me
for
ten
years
yet
still
I
wonder
if
he'll
like
my
new
blue
jeans
