Peach Fuzz {
Atlanta,
Georgia}
As I bit into a
peach
the
juice flowed over my
lips
and my time down south
splashed
there wasn't much
in the people
I mean
and the
closest I could get to humanity
was the
black beggar in
Atlanta
who told me how to get away
and onto the
expressway
then he asked for some
change
before I ran out of
gas
I wanted him to jump in my
truck
whiter than my
skin
with my
dog and
luggage and
love
I wanted to take him
where we could all
feel
something.