August Once
Here’s a time we looked at pictures See
there’s your hand there’s mine the album
open at our clothes
a third in they’re piling on the floor
and we don’t give a damn
Where were you?
Just in from cutting grass, out
with a lover somewhere A while
Call me just call me
You can still see a green smudge
my thumb left on the end of a sock
nailpolish on your hose
You’re sunburnt in the next one
I am too