The river where your legs meet sprouts wings
and runs and crawls and kicks and now speaks.
The feelings I get now are close
but I doubt they could ever compete.
I remember drinking Kool Aid its odor and its taste
and drinking 7-Up to get well.
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed,
and playing with parts of my self.
And now you're so forgiving.
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