Koollegged

The river where your legs meet sprouts wings

and runs and crawls and kicks and now speaks.

The feelings I get now are close

but I doubt they could ever compete.

I remember drinking Kool Aid its odor and its taste

and drinking 7-Up to get well.

A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed,

and playing with parts of my self.

And now you're so forgiving.