Onion Grass

You put a stalk
Of onion grass in your mouth
We were heading out
Past where we were allowed

You put a hold
On everything I knew
Deerlike I leapt into
The aim of the kudzu

We were tied in our looking
Amazed by everything
Each other's
Witness to the truth

We wrote the field guide
To the left-behind
We wore beer tab rings
And wild violet crowns
Made a bed of the moss on the ground

I bеlieve
I beliеve

We picked onion grass
Thought we could live off it
Hershey wrappers fell from our pockets
We lined up coke can targets

I licked your spoon
To get closer to you
I felt like Huck Finn in a house dress
You added more weights to the bench press

Oh I'd never be your wife
And you'd stomp on the world of our minds
I hear you in the static
Of night

Behind the clearing, a country
We named it, I live in it
Up ahead I don't know
I chew onion grass alone

I believe
I believe
I believe