Head
I’ve grass stains on my shirt
We squirmed like worms in dirt
I love the way you curl
You’re like a flag unfurled
Snapping in the wind
To call the troops back in
Yet before I march back North
I’ll have my dollar’s worth
You take me in like breath
Your little gasping death
I like it in the South
I love you with my mouth
Copyright © Christopher Magill | Year Posted 2015
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