Blackberry Juice

Blackberry Juice — page 7
only more slobbery Every so often a huge tongue comes out and goes right up a nostril If people could do that there’d be a law against it Closer to the house I’m mobbed by a clucking crowd of chickens They peck at my shoes and shins and follow me up the stairs to the sagging porch On top of a small dirty fridge is a dented cookie tin labeled Munny Five egg cartons huddle inside the fridge the eggs so big the cartons have to be held shut with thick rubber bands I drop the coins into the tin Clink-clink The feathered mob is now tugging on my shoelaces Someone swings down to the porch from where The roof The sky They think your shoelaces are worms the girl says She’s wearing all orange orange T-shirt orange pants orange socks 7