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Sunday, April 1, 2018


We used to swim in a quarry.
            ~ Don Draper

each summer drunk drugged out she
dropped the three of us off
at the irrigation ditch
the irrigation ditch that ran east and west
the irrigation ditch that snaked
34 miles down a steep V shaped constant grade
we were warned of its danger
we all knew a boy had drown there or maybe three
be careful only shouted once as her beer bottle
flew from the window of the Buick
water bit cold swimsuits pulled up our insides
soft child bodies bottoms scraped the angled sides
stone and brick carried fast by river water
to county orchards our pinks and blues
sunburns and canary yellow plastic inner tubes
if we didn’t jump out in time we got sucked
into hell at The End Of The World if we did jump
out in time we got a ride home with a beast
or a strange man who said he knew our mother
quick and cold and quick
cherry popsicles penny candy 7-Up in green bottles
our tender oh our tender skins

Rebecca Loudon

2 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Just like that and I can feel it, see it, taste it, especially 7-Up out of that green bottle with the furled lip. I think of your tender skin but mostly, your tender hearts.

Radish King said...

Thank you Mary!