Summer knees

I remember a summer knee pain

its knees asphalt

I kiss. The Crow boots

I was often in the legs, and

Pain agrees with another pain.

Bark boat childhood swim

flows along somewhere.

It was I, I,

girl skinny long-legged.

Plaid skirt, the

hole cut as

tree on the always 

adhere to the transgressors.

I went in the heat too

often with their bare feet.

I remember after the trompit

lightning storms.

So strange ballet dance

maid to bring a stick

grew in my body.

Memories of the bridge is over there

some, childhood angel flat

hiding in the closet.