May 01, 2004

Farmersville

Farmersville

(a humble poem by yours truly)

What I remember most

Is Grandma

Rolling over her

Flat flour tortillas with her

Wooden stick and

Grandpa rolling his

Tiny thin papers full of

Prince Albert ashes and

A smoky see-through man

In a top hat in the

Front living room and

Scary stories about the

Other ghost Eddie

And learning things

I didn�t want to know and

The backyard empty but for

Metal pieces that

Used to be useful and

Dipping up some

Fresh sweet tea with

A brown plastic cup and

Learning what menudo was

And deciding never to take

A single bite.

--02.06.04

blueavenue at 1:53 a.m.

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