a fetus through my ear
and down my pocket
Life's Little Treasures
in a field drenched with rain
a trophy lands in my backseat
we peel out of the park
they all stare
your doll hands grab
at the Xanax filled tube
courtesy of your mom's boyfriend
who happens to have a wife
your brother slips into layers of boxers
he checks his new watch
refusing to spend a penny more
we exit
simultaneously we notice
our organs are missing
I tell you, you can keep it
forever