third grade

There is an asshole deep within my

buttocks. You think it's obvious--I doesn't.

You have not eaten the tacos I have eaten.

Said to Steven, who said to me: You big dummy,

and gets up to switch seats on the bus

to sit with friends of ours edgier than me.

The fifth grade wasn't good to me.

None of the others, neither.

Not in the least.

Third grade was all right. No lie. Steven and I drew
pictures of strange stick figures who got blown up.

I read the Scriptures with a special red pen

in hand to see what the Lord said

while He was at the Devil's bed.

The Devil ate some tacos.

In the Bible Belt belts just get tighter. I got tighter

and wound more of everything up. A dickery dickery dock

and just barely a mouse--that was me.

Up the clock we go.