i remember plenty of things from the past
sand dollars and slippers
smooth operators
with lips like pudding
so tasty i was frightened
smash the trash with broken hammers
into pieces tinier than sand
an armfull of garbage
carried to the curb
so we can say we are living
in the glory of the suburbs
wearing suntan lotion
strumming her guitar
all over her are scars
covered in hearts
sporting no bra
i am aroused by
her sound current