One summer we sheet-rocked a garden shed
so bad the neighbor near the cow field
came by and whistled when he saw it
You’re supposed to belly-band it
he told us
and kicked at our chalky scraps
We brought a joint over later
during the stock car race
and smoked it listening to the wind
chimes clinking on the porch
There were mean dogs
all down that road
We heard trees fall
in the woods at night
and peed outside our tent
I bled inside that tent
reading Red Juice
We dragged a futon mattress into it
and had too-loud sex
during the Mother Mary gatherings
Later on
when it was all falling apart
we watched one of the old women
come out of the house and call for us in the dark
You zipped the flap of it up
so slowly
It was sexy
You had been practicing