Mary Mary

do you remember mary?

rolled in vanilla

her brown dress slit up the side

she could make us spill our guts

all her different flavors

“set the mood Mary”

are you feeling blue? berry

or plain? jane

-maybe grape

like the twilight

like bruises when they’re still fresh

she’d join us most nights

when we were younger

chasing her around town

speaking low in the phone, say

“Take me on a ride mary,” now the moons out.

come and sit on this pile of blankets in the garage and tell me about your day

tell me about your whole life

but keep your voice down my parents are sleeping.

You.

are as sweet as mary

with your not so silent laughter

puffing out your cheeks

everything is funny when you are with me