Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.
Tonight Amy is everything
and Serena is her first love
curled now
suckling
yummy girl
apple of Amy's eye
Serena she owns like a mother owns her baby
with her eyes and her shoulders and the dusk
of her body
the tongue with which Amy licks that baby awake
inside the deep folds of neck traced with dinner crumbs
and salty seet blue powder beads of dreaming
Amy rubs her face in Serena deep like sugar
like blankets left on some street corner
in a box cut open like a door
They have known each other since the beginning
Amy ate cereal from her hands
It was 1986 and Serena was just being born
Amy was big already
She was one
She was growing
everyone seemed
to notice
She let boy after boy touch her body
underwater
on railroad tracks
in stuffy living rooms
on rainy afternoons
five different ones telling Amy
what they wanted to do
Amy's body light like cream in their hands
curviness out of control
lips pulled back
Evey once in a while there was a boy
with a sour smell beneath the buzz
a smell Amy could count on
coming in from way ahead
like it could be any boy but it was Serena
that smell from inside
behind the sweetness of her mouth
like when Amy was twelve it was as if she was being pinned down by Serena's breath
lifting her ass when she was only fourteen to Serena's baby girl luips
hundreds of miles away
lying in her cradle
or no
older, a little bigger
in her backyard
mourning over chickens killed for dinner
Amy has been smelling her everywhere
face down in her own lap
in the garden
fingernails full of dirt
Crazy how it turns out when the sour comes home
a handful
Amy's darling
all grown up
face down in wet metal
car in the lot
sun still going down
wrangly boy
gone haywire
Amy
Amy's up her ass
ain't no mama here now
Serena
knows how to drive a car
better get that butt home soon
curve in Amy's hand
come on
something like changing a diaper
legs curled up in the air
They will never be alone
like cats curled up
in tall summer grass
with long tongue
Amy will clean her up until she can clean herself
If there is some way Amy is seperate from her
Serena had better prove it cause the way she sees it
Amy sees it in her
Serena
apple of Amy's eye