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