wrigley

white horse

In Georgia we fished with shovels
Kissed girls named ivy
Sarah, Susie

We would spit into ponds
And watch hungry gold mouths
Swallow

And only once, in a bed with a girl
Who clung to me sick and tight like ivy
Did I see someone swallow that way

That hunger came through her throat
A lions roar, a car dying
It Choked me, I couldn’t kiss
Blew into me with the heat, the dust
of a train underground

We would watch the fish die
as children. Their bodies flexing
Their scales were never diamonds
They were dirt, or leaves or stones