1938

You knew what you took from everybody

1938 that picture with your mommy

Outside the Methodist church you went on Sunday

Standing with the Christ above your head you're out of body

Praying to whichever god is loving

Napping in the back of the blue Cadillac your dad fixed up for nothing

Did we do it all for nothing

In the small fort hideaway reading tea leaves at such a young age, weak limb on a tree that breaks

In the closed-course ancestry did you wonder if it's them or me? Who could know what you would receive

You knew what you got from everybody