sex education in the town of liberty

 

the concord, nevele, and fallsview

don balaclavas and ski off into the dark change

gramma talks about waiters with white gloves

franks in blanks and tastes that never changed

guys and dolls beneath the fluctuating pitch

of an utterly sky masterson

deep beds of leaves to fall 

in colors for eyes that struggle to differentiate

when seasons mature

become self assured

or lose confidence

in the poesy of groundhogs

cold feet 

change by the altruism of heater vents

just as little boys at the clubhouse

give puberty lessons

the myth of semen

kidnaps psyche from my wintry

cloud in the cul de sac

where grampa’s mustache still needs trimming

cartoons blair

in the stratified kitchen air

pulsing heat from the lips of vinyl

flooring

a gut punch of boredom

from a mockingbrother

a mouth washed of premature curses

by old hands denying change

apologies to the mess on the berber carpet

and the kindergarten teacher

late to school

for breakfast at burger king can’t change

hurt bellies

or second prizes

at the county fair for pumpkins

who didn’t drink enough milk