You laughing Lucy
and she calls us in
your mother
Rachel me you I remember
and the living room dark
for our eyes to get used to
That was the summer Lucy remember
we played on the back
porch where rats hid under
And bad boys passed to look
and look at us and we look back
Lucy think how it was
Rachel me you
we fresh from sun and dirty
the living room pink
The paint chipped blue beneath
so bright for our eyes
to get used to and in rows and rows
The kitchen chairs facing front
where in a corner is a satin box
with a baby in it
Who is your sister Lucy
your mama not crying
saying stay pray to Jesus
That baby in a box like a valentine
and I thinking it is wrong
us in our raw red ankles
And mosquito legs
Rachel wanting to go back out again
you sticking one dirty finger in
Said cold cold the living
room pink Lucy and your hair
smelling sharp like corn