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Summer
River camps washed out from the floods
I stayed after we cleaned up
People came and mosquitoes swarmed
In the heat and river bottom wetness
One foot in each world
I drank beer and watched the out-of-control
Of alcohol and black, fast-moving waters
Wishing someone would come for me.
Soybeans are getting tall
Up to my waist already and cicadas sing
Their summertime song
Expecting somethin’ different.
One slit and a burglar could walk in
And see us sitting around in our scanty shorts
Mrs. Suhren’s air-conditioner kicks on in gentility
But we are as we always were, hot.
My brother’s been cat-fishing and
I won’t look at him while he cleans them
An ambulance went by and stopped at the Johnsons’ house
Where Brandon insisted on mowing grass barefoot.
The neighbors across the street got their new baby taken away
Because she lost her mind and whipped that baby with an electrical cord
Almost to death because she wouldn’t quit crying.
Everyone knows you can’t treat a baby like that.
Sunflowers, in their innocence, open their faces to the sun
The whole field smiles to heaven
I like you, Johnny, I really do.
I always have.
Cotton candy, long legs, little bras,
Holding hands on the Spider.
No one’s gonna be home.
Sex in the afternoon.
River camps washed out from the floods
I stayed after we cleaned up
People came and mosquitoes swarmed
In the heat and river bottom wetness
One foot in each world
I drank beer and watched the out-of-control
Of alcohol and black, fast-moving waters
Wishing someone would come for me.
Soybeans are getting tall
Up to my waist already and cicadas sing
Their summertime song
Expecting somethin’ different.
One slit and a burglar could walk in
And see us sitting around in our scanty shorts
Mrs. Suhren’s air-conditioner kicks on in gentility
But we are as we always were, hot.
My brother’s been cat-fishing and
I won’t look at him while he cleans them
An ambulance went by and stopped at the Johnsons’ house
Where Brandon insisted on mowing grass barefoot.
The neighbors across the street got their new baby taken away
Because she lost her mind and whipped that baby with an electrical cord
Almost to death because she wouldn’t quit crying.
Everyone knows you can’t treat a baby like that.
Sunflowers, in their innocence, open their faces to the sun
The whole field smiles to heaven
I like you, Johnny, I really do.
I always have.
Cotton candy, long legs, little bras,
Holding hands on the Spider.
No one’s gonna be home.
Sex in the afternoon.