We never knew love lives
or monkey shines.
We never got around to hammering
out the details.
We were told to
watch our mouths,
unless our mouths
were somehow televised.
There were better ways to go blind.
We were your sweet, sweet bippy.
A failed zero
population.
I was twelve or so when I got the news
that Manson had his sights
set on our little town
should he get paroled.
It was hard to trust anyone.
The DayGlo babysitter’s letter
of resignation
had each “i” dotted
with a long-lashed
eye of Fatima.
Featured Image: Diagonal of Personal Ecstasy (the Diagonal of May 25, 1963, to Constantin Brancusi)
