Ken

Drilled a hole in the wall

Cables in bunches, bite-marks in my plastic straw

Almost called Grandma

But like a glass horse buckled in the clutches of the raven's claw

Picked the slugs up in her yard

After-school, Walmart and Dion's

In the one where we were almost shot

Complained about her sister Susan

Ken, where have you been

When was the last time that I saw you

Was it Mardi Gras or Lafayette