And you didn’t hold the kittens They held you In the upstairs of your barn Behind one of the hay bails
Where summer was endless lake days holding hands Climbing trees And exploring
All of it made us feel like we never needed anything else But we didn’t know anything else Where even in the winter The wood stove was there to help us keep our sunshine Warm And Excited Who could run the fastest Who had the most secrets We were Terrified Of the neighbors dog And how he tore at our heels If we weren’t fast enough We were terrified of our older brothers And how much our bodies didn’t belong to us
Both our fathers were too loud And our mothers too meek We Were each other’s only escape....
There were red ones That grew just out of the deer’s reach Behind the best climbing tree Littered with pots and pans as high as the eye could see But the special ones The yellow ones Required some adventuring We braved the feared boundaries by your neighbors where that Rottweiler could reach us Just for something a little sweeter than what we had But it was never as scary as going home We would rather risk the snarling demon Than go home and hear the screaming Than go home and go to sleep Only to wake up And try to convince ourselves What happened in the night