I didn't want your thumb to get
caught in between the pages of a really
good book and I didn't want you
to have to rebuild town
but now you're a long drive home
and it's the reason my hair is a mess
and my gut sometimes wrenches

I never hid behind my mothers dress
I had shy, wide-eyed, crooked eyes,
was surprisingly quick with two left feet.
I liked the summer for the sweet grass
and mud pies and the boys
were my favorite to kiss but the girls
were so soft