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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