i ain gon bite cha.
come across the field where great grampy took an arrow through the kidney.
come look in the rain barrel where the possum drowned.
come across the field in them stiff new shoes,
leave you car with the door open, idlin in the road.
come across the field where mama doubled over.
that was me, and i still ain’t shy.
come across the field where the bad thing happened.
come do what you want, but i won’t cry.
come across the field,
watch your stride across the snake.
i know rope rots, and the name of your new bride;
you know how i can get, and the trouble i can make.
for Real Toads. Photograph by Kat Mortensen