The boy and girl drink lemonade by her
depressed aunt’s pool and his penis pops out
of his shorts, a cocktail frank
resting fatly
on the lawn-chair. Later, she takes
her shirt off
while they bike, lets her nakedness blow,
a normalizing wind. He rides ahead to
wait behind
the “Welcome to Town” sign. She swerves
into a car.
A concerned twenty-something jumps from the front seat,
asks the sexless child at his feet where
she is from.
II. Revision
Squatting above the toilet, poised to pee,
but am stopped by the sight of them
out the open window, spreading their
skins
on the tar-paper roof. His boxers, the
faded stripe
of mattress ticking, legs knobbed,
slick
and furry like my father’s look in
pictures
from before I was born. And the
girlfriend—
a thick scar zips its way down her
stomach.
Her nipples puff like cookies in the lower oven.