from My Book Report on the Afterlife
Shes the intro to Honky Tonk Women.
Before the guitar enters. Before big Buzz
starts dancing like a backhoe
at my sisters wedding, 240 steaks in
a conga line, pissing on treetops,
and the priest collapsing during Communion.
Before Uncle Rays apology in the hot
boxed garage for sloshing over the Christmas
tree eleven years prior. It must suck for him
to categorize everything he did with cancer
before its diagnosis. Like being handed lead
stopwatches by the boxful.
Before we took our first collaborative shower
and I helped her into fishnets.
Before the umbrella nicked MoMos head
and everyone laughed until she fell.