bottom bunk)
because it got too damp
& at camp that kind of moisture runs rampant
she thought she had it all figured out,
she twitched, thought about AJ's juicy lips
because earlier*
when the clouds were as low as her spirits
Juicy Lips massaged her back (on a picnic table)
floating face down
with his wide pale palms
the sky & girl butts were getting grayer
had she of known,
it may have been
somewhat romantic
she scratched her nose that moisture missed and it bled
& bled
& bled & J.L. was < < so sorry oh god so red > >
exiled again,
down there,
tending to her greedy crotch
she came to slippery terms
with the fact that
she could only ever love
a girl or a black man &
not a lot has scared her since
camp
