the pool was closing
& like deer we cut
through the yards
yelling "their future is not ours!
their stories are not laws! anarchy!"
well it's funny now,
is it funny now
that I know mom and dad
stayed up all night cleaning
the backseat of the car
now I know about the wounded man
now I know about rescue
yet with each new day what's left
to say but "good morning?"
can't you tell I'm trying to make sense
of the map of sweat I found on this mattress?