Ryan had pictures of his mom
he would show
his friends, all of us
lost in the maze of sixth grade, reaching up
lost in the maze of sixth grade, reaching up
into the air of girls, and his mom
in a cheetah bra, laid back on the plastic
in a cheetah bra, laid back on the plastic
covering of the couch, her arms
folded across her body,
folded across her body,
her hands
covering her crotch, her mouth
covering her crotch, her mouth
in a smile
and her eyes, I suppose, looking
and her eyes, I suppose, looking
into the eyes
of a man she had met and liked, a man
of a man she had met and liked, a man
she had taken home, or a friend had
taken it for her, or she made her son take the pictures.
taken it for her, or she made her son take the pictures.
Ryan had a small stack of them
which he kept in a sock with yellow stripes on it.
which he kept in a sock with yellow stripes on it.
