hunting for eggs
The Easter when I was sixteen
I did so much cocaine I couldn’t breathe through my nose for a week
And now I get sinus infections but all I really remember is
Everyone downstairs, laughing,
My younger cousins didn’t know and maybe still don’t
That they were being scorched by proximity to me,
Orbiting too close.
You know how that goes.
Light came through the window
In the pattern of the beech tree but
All I saw was black and
White. Your raspberry
Lips splattered on the asphalt like
Bird shit, the way
The grass blows in the wind.
And yeah there was blood and a
Long time with no sleep and
I still love you
It really fucked me up.
After lunch we all went out in the yard and the kids
Sifted through the waving grass
On hands and knees, the soft spots in between their fingers
Sliced by the cool blades,
Clamoring for a cheap, neon surprise.