Scratched it ‘til the damn thing bled,
All while neckless from Aunt Mildred
Rapidly rapping me on the head,
A contorted wickedness jacking the front seat
Of her bong-green Grand Marquis—
Don’t step on a crack, they all teased,
Or you’ll break your momma’s back!
So I did, but wished ‘em on my aunt instead.
Seems they were wrong: her spine’s pristine,
And I’ve one helluva scar on my knee.
Poetry: Throwback: 2002: Fata Morgana