The Essence Of Who I Am

I grew up in the country 

On a clothesline 

Chickens outnumbered us like grapes on a vine 

Playing cowboys and Indians 

My hair never shined 

I scarfed down all the food I could 

To escape from my parents fights 

The moon was my best friend 

I talked to her every night 

I had nightmares of monsters that chased me 

I woke up under our car in the garage 

More nights then not 

Or maybe that was just a dream

I try to remember the summer nights that made me giddy 

My whole town was so good at lying

Or drowning themself with wine

I don’t remember much else about my childhood

And I’ve decided that is fine

M.A.P

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