Thanks, Jimmy

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on seeing jimmy at the home depot

improper noun right out of the womb
always hitching over the side
of your swim trunks
to wag your thing at a girl.

jimmy, sweet, sweet noun
and never enough of you
like your Sunday morning offering
behind the church rectory--
summer’s possibilities ahead,
ours all gone.

jimmy, swollen verb,
wrestling bra hooks and buttons
shaking everything loose,
heart jacking.

you were born to drive the big rig
haul ass with lumber and tools
made to wedge dirt beneath your nails
hammer all the pretty girls.

jimmy,
you were always so good
with your hands.
twenty-two years,
and my skin still remembers.
twenty-two years,
you’re still under there.





Have a great Poetry Thursday, everyone!