The days will surely wind down


Sister had hair like medusa 
& I haven't looked in her eyes
since we were kids
I tried on 
a few hats
still always looked like 
some fucked up bandit
she played gypsy 
with a flat tire
I buried gold 
all over town
she lost her voice
the stream 
by the shanty
dried up
the cats disappeared
my memory 
got worse 
men fell in line
it would get to her head
I had a hard time
remembering people's names 
Neptune was bigger then
Venus crossed in front
the sun one summer
I saw it myself
with the special glasses
before we ever met


nobody wanted
to jump ship
as bad as us


or at least as me
& all the things 
I'd put on her