And such careful

Faces short breaths

And some nice long

Ones skinny breasts

Hidden behind thick

Sweaters but twiggy

Legs pushed into

The elements with faux

High boots

But true struts

A cool sip of

Confidence at least

Perhaps maybe okay

So it’s hard to tell

We’re just living here

Crashed out on cream-

Colored couches

Or stuck in the

School-day crush

Our students mostly miniature

Maniacs and we’re

Smiling through it so

Fucking clueless

Man what’s it about

Otherwise without

Some mystery stashed

Away for broken laughter

In the fried chicken

Beer joints guzzling

For some kind of relief

The thunder of the

Country so much so much