dirt verse

can you see it from the road? now that the world is through with us as girls, can your eyes as a grown woman see the fire, Erma? I bet you were crouched behind the tree from a safe distance watching with slanted brown eyes. I know you must have cried when your room busted like a cherry, your cherry. The room we fell asleep in, licking sour sugar from our palms, blaring heavy metal from a little radio, flashing small boobs at traffic. now that the world is through with us, now that the house is nothing but black dust.

roll the flavor of this day to the tip of my tongue where my perception is tart (tartness; sour; good), and not unbearable like at the back of my throat, where the pain resides so how could candy ever find a home here? anyway, just a thought about the way my tongue receives messages, and I like the way a lifesaver sucked down real good feels against my crooked front teeth and sent down to my stressed stomach appreciated by my heart hardcore