Me and Ziggy swap spit at the drive-in,
an old flick called Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
Don is in the backseat with Cheryl, moaning
like a sick animal, so I grab my squirt gun
to cool him off. He swears, totally pissed.
Cheryl just busts up.
Brick and Maggie sound like Mom and Dad
before Mom took off with that guy who sells
fake-leather encyclopedias.
I aim the gun in my mouth, all quiet like Brick.
“Nothing’s gonna ruin my liquor.”