Kool Legged

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

It's odour and it's taste

And drinking 7-Up to get well.

A picture of Jesus as an Indian over my bed,

And playing with parts of my self.

And now you're so forgiving.