Double Wide

You could make a mud pie

For nothing at all

and lock your cousin

In the shed

Where no one

could hear him scream,

And ride the tractor,

to your mother's

discontented heart,

and watch the men

Gut and scale fish

With an electric

meat carver and watch

People laugh and love,

The same ones

who hated each other

ten years ago, thinking

nothing will be different,

everything will be the same,

but then it never really is,

is it?