We received our names

Sleepy and Kiev and Eisenhower,
He’ll kill himself on that bike,
And Les, two-step,
Walks one back,
Two forward, his head
Tipped toward giant water

A boy tightly lives there in his
Sister’s clenched hand. Pipe smoke
Swirls around us, and
Air, thick as dust

We each have our thieves, our
Rivalamerica, we swipe our
Bread through hot beef stew

Tiny gravel
Fish, gold eyes of saint Jym
High school chum,
Mud colored drink,

Is dreamed of,
Is touched,
And we are sure to have it.

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