Untitled [5/20 @ 9:44 PM]

In my gran'fathuh's day,
You told me,
Sinking your teeth into pink-orange flesh,
He'd work for a yeuh
To get three peaches
Like these.

And I like the way you let the juice roll down your chin
And the way you call my dad suh
And the way you put your hand in my back pocket
How you're not afraid to do it in front of my father
Even though you call him suh.

Like Tom Robinson--
Skin like darkness--
But left-handed.

Please don't ever stop sharing your stories,
Eugene.

Untitled [5/20 @ 8:47 PM]

A girl in a cell
A cell like mine
We call her Innocent
She only speaks one word of English.

And her limbs are writhing
Like snakes on the floor of her cell
And I'm sure she can just about
Feel
The Noose
Around her neck

And the snakes crawl
Into my cell
Into my hair
My skin
Where fever can't burn them
Away

And I'm sure I can just about
Feel
The Noose
Around my neck.