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)