jeggy z-o

Jeggy wasn’t laughing at the cook; she thought it looked wet is all

all wet and cakey

why wasn’t the reason she felt around her friend

and then all the balls were bubbling and she wasn’t so sure

The smoke and the dots shining on the nail those birds and other

rodents

they are singing or is it called glistening in the pleasants

Sometimes the hill is Sandy

others it is benchy and lots of others

it has friends that are hoppers and pig-like

we used to,

we used to swim,

in iowa the pache-teco was a cube you could dawn under

We felled the rim wasn’t sandy but it was stony

a tony blue with boasts of cousins,

oh my, it’s about famil-e

it is

it-is

She said come on,

Come on in, that’s why we leave the door cracked,

open,

Oil,

Let’s in, stevenson we are

frieds,

Grandma…