Plenty Good

PLENTY GOOD candy dance for fools paper crown askew bubble gum popping tomboy blonde sees him plenty good she’ll recall those cotton candy blue eyes and clouds of curly pearl hair her farmer-braids appraise the mule, about to get spanked by the slingshot tool her cotton candy pink bows show off a measure of femininity. her mother planted them there. soda pop teeth guffaw as the jackass rears up and the boys gang’ slap their knees all the adults in the poetry room rear up too at the sound of the asinine scream braids upside-down stomach hurts butterflies inside 7/8/2021