we smoke each other fast
talk like school yard bullies strong and sure
about what we are and what we are not
back door mormons proclaiming strength
the everlasting
we laugh wet tongue young love
a language i speak free flow and fluent now
even at our age
we walk around one another
like mules in the canyon
one wrong step to the end of us
i’ll be inside the path i’ll wait for her to go by
cats pussy-footing
because we are patient and proud
we are social creatures
we are skittish edgy and restless
and it’s a long walk and we don’t want to go it alone
