we lay in the back of that station wagon
faux wood grain panels
dekalb advertised on the side doors
you and I lived a farm life but never embraced it
we saw our lives, past and future, rushing by,
in the sky above
we knew where we were by the power lines and treetops, counted the turns
in our own world, we did our best to block out all things grownup
back when you were my best friend
back when you’d irritate me and i’d yell,
perfecting my stage cry
I told stories, weaving tall tales, so i could share with you the places i went inside my head to escape all that we knew
you made me laugh until there was no sound and my body shook (rumbling, you said)
your jokes were the best
you told me you could fly in your dreams,
and i’d never been more jealous of anyone
you wound your stomper wheels around my hair, tangles and knots and tears
a rare mcD’s hamburger and those beautiful bestest salty fries
we screamed, we cried
we laughed
we spoke our secret language
brother sister sworn enemies
brother sister clinging to each other
-april charisse
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