Lemonade and Baseball
The devil hides his eyes in watermelonSo that children are reminded on summer days that there is still something you can choke on He followed me home in the blanket summer nightPossessed every harp player I called beautiful and made me watch as they also burned The birds are chirping but someone isScreamingHe is sitting next to me all leather jacketTeenageWhispering freckled lies about my BrotherTrying to hold my sticky syrup hand like soda cupRouletteHe put a heartbeat in my scrambled EggsMade the flute players fall on their faces Worst of all he wont stop whispering Nothing to do Nothing to doNothing to do