all i remember were

the curtains gauzie and

cream and heavy with

wire and starch. curtains

meant so much, so much

more than charlie sheen

roasts and goldfish races,

skinned elboes and postcards

from florida with oranges everywhere.

even more than short shorts

night at the beaver and anthropomorphic

surfing pitchers of beer (which i

like to think of as attacked

by sharks and drinked)

….

(co-written by two [overheard] dirty ass sk8trs, fairly well)