the test that is this
moment, our proof that we're here
just this moment, you must explain
how this all gets worked out
under the railroad trestle,
your family and mine
me waiting to climb up there with the young men,
take off my short pants
Stand tall as a mountain,
you tattoo your breasts
something not quite tribal
but So definitely Tribal
we parsed it all in the long hut,
translated it into binary
me boy, you girl, you said
don't spoil it.
this played out beneath the bigger picture.
Why we living under a railroad trestle?