Gram said to me, "If you let it
sin will carry you away
like the river when its high."
One Thursday, while the old woman
thought I saw cartoons behind my eyelids
I took off my socks
climbed down my rocks
stood up to my shorts
I stood, and fought the pull
Gram was wise enough to fear
the bend in the river
and the loss of balance.
But if she can't tell me where I'll land,
I can't take her advice.
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