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Summer Sow & Volleyball
A poem about good vibrations and nostalgia
When Spring leaks into summer
My family, we’d ride early in
The day as the sun first yawns then
Stretches. We don our sunglasses,
Shorts, and “We Bay Bay Kids” shirts
The park is a stretch of green
Lawn with bald dirt patches
From past summers of baseball
Brawls, and volleyball-
Volleyball: our religion and exercise
In score keeping and cheating,
as we mingled with other families
to test their strengths
but
It was the beast we would eat once cut up and roasted. The tent, our temple
of sow would hold a flayed pink Pig on the spit,
then at night once the beer cans flowed
And little flying vampires had their fill
Of our blood , leaving us with itchy kisses
We become vultures,
Predators of the dead
As we consume the
Bbq’d pig. Not caring that
I stared it in the face
Earlier
©ericajean
*Previously posted on Miraquill
