I’m sorry I stole the rosary from your bedpost
grandma I’m sorry they made you inject frogs
with piss to see who was pregnant or not you
say not much a smoke and a cold fresca can’t
fix you say you’re in tomatoes again I think
I love you with what in me is very green
 and very old sometimes the voices
lodged in me that come from
the voices lodged in you turn up
when the woman I love is sad
and I’m trying to comfort her
it’s like the time I ate the blue lake
green beans Shirley canned the summer
before she died I thought everyone would
be mad at me but nobody even noticed
 

—JC Andrews

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