I was minus twenty-one,
young in the head. You stood
*****, not bent. Chestnuts
roasting below your brow. My *******

milky as a momma cow. Tulips
danced on your driveway. Marigolds
curtsied in marmalade. It’s years since
we cut the ribbon. What a feast

that Thanksgiving! You poured
gravy all over my lumps. I stood
bent in high-heeled pumps over
your knees. I was carrots and you

the peas. Yesterday was
years ago.  I lost it along with
my keys. It fell asleep in a deep-
freeze. I thaw it out in the middle

of night with a lemon wedge
in my ***** and sprite. Drinking
bubbles down, wearing pancake
make-up. I’m a clown.