Connor and Seal
Connor:
Nebraska
From the bluff
we turned our backs on the river
and opened a trail,
as Lewis and Clark.
We spotted the grizzly,
Tom did, glummer than Meriwether,
and gave him wide berth
slowly on our stomachs.
When I hit
some raccoon shit, Tom changed
my name to Pvt. John Collins
and tied my paws to a tree
and whipped me with the whip
of a branch,
rubbing himself until he let go
gum from the orange.
We hurried home, it was getting dark,
and watched dad slam the boot
on boxes of his stuff
and drive off.
I was the one to break
the silence, kept during the whipping—
Tom, let’s go back
and tie me up.
Nebraska
From the bluff
we turned our backs on the river
and opened a trail,
as Lewis and Clark.
We spotted the grizzly,
Tom did, glummer than Meriwether,
and gave him wide berth
slowly on our stomachs.
When I hit
some raccoon shit, Tom changed
my name to Pvt. John Collins
and tied my paws to a tree
and whipped me with the whip
of a branch,
rubbing himself until he let go
gum from the orange.
We hurried home, it was getting dark,
and watched dad slam the boot
on boxes of his stuff
and drive off.
I was the one to break
the silence, kept during the whipping—
Tom, let’s go back
and tie me up.
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