May 5, 2008


We

fished for catfish in the muddy creek, rode bikes for Star Wars trading cards, hid in the attic after cursing, sucked on honey suckle, were mistaken for girls, killed the man with the ball, debated what color it was, flapped the parachute, thought of different names for it, made vaginas with our hands, stayed up all night, slept in a backyard tent, rode the zip line, fed the chickens, slept in snakes, walked the creek, got poison ivy, scared ourselves shitless, ran in circles, slept in fear, read under the blanket, dreamed of faces, threw bolos at the Mexican, walked to school, walked on stilts, snuck on top of buildings, went home sick, blew wind into our hands.

posted by Deron Bauman in memory 

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2 Responses to “We”

  1. Daryl Scroggins on May 5th, 2008 at 10:51 am

    Wow, this brings it all back. A lovely prose poem, Deron.

  2. Amy Mabli on May 5th, 2008 at 4:49 pm

    yes, lovely.

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