I am from, Go lay down until you can listen or your ass is black and blue, it tastes like applesauce on a cold winter day – pink glistening in from the side door.
I am from, Go ask your mom in the driveway, smoky mountain mushroom glaze, sister bossy, always trouble, passes anyway.
I am from, Get out, I’m too old. Bookshelf in the corner, beans and rice, waterfall banks, stinky fish, ready to make, eat or starve your way. You will know when you lay, rotten milk you will taste.
I am from, Go lay with the dog, eat raw meant like the dog on a leash.