Ryan
I see a boy shade in bucket seats
parked at Walmart
sucking smoke through an apple
his bleached blond crew cut
disappears when he tilts to the right
when he hits and becomes
light blowing shotgun
into my mouth
coring
me at the lips
a ditch of
summer corn
sticky Mountain Dew
I draw down to my toes
pull with the root of
our breath
yes
our breath
baked
in the tricked-out Civic
behind my eyes
caramelized
and peeling
out
LMGTFY
My bible isn’t saying anything
about Andy Warhol
or tobacco
but if Andy Warhol chewed tobacco
that would be it
for me.
