The creek overflows.        Moccasins will leap

to bite you where you stand.        No you can’t touch me.

The creek overflows.        Teenagers suck

their thumbs        it’s hot-hot. I’m not on drugs

or anything, but I can see the molecules vibrate.

Plus there is a cheese sandwich inside me, making me feel cozy.

Standing in line for the roller coaster: it’s 1998.

You can buy wine at the 7-11.    

Bodysuits are for prostitutes.

I just thought you should know.