FUCKIN SUNSHOWERS
We were drinkin beers
And eatin five-buck rib half-racks
At the bar down the street
Paddy Mack’s in Chicago
Our Wednesday ritual
Something to feel at home
In that giant city we lived in
For five years
Years ago
It’d been hot and muggy
And the sun was out
Then a shower started
Without a cloud in the sky
A drunk got up off the bar
And walked to the open doorway
Put his hands on his hips
And snorted out loud
“It’s a fuckin sun shower”
Years later in a new city
The sun is out and a sprinkle comes
And we laugh and say to each other
“It’s a fuckin sun shower”
And thank god for drunks
We saw in bars in Chicago
PEANUTS
One peanut will fill us
Nut so big it comes right to
The skin of the shell
She gained twenty pounds on one
And so did I in sympathy
Could we afford another peanut
I had barely lost the weight
From that first peanut
Could we really do this again
But another peanut grew
And now we got two
Same as Mom and Daddy did
EATIN FROM GRANDMA’S PURPLE HANDS
We went out early to avoid the heat
And picked all the ones that were ripe
Sat all day in rockers shelling peas
Into plastic hospital throw-up tubs
Grandma’s hands were deep purple
From the colored hulls
Those empty shells fed the guineas
We blanched the fruits of our labor
And put them in Ziplock baggies
We sucked the air out
And put them in the deep freeze
And it all took only twelve hours
And we fed ourselves
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