Hallmark - Washer

My dad would swing me

On the bay all frozen over

In a basket with a rope

With my sister

Steady business in a time

Before retired nostalgia

Be sure of the thoughts that close your throat

Whenever theirs would eye your own

Count down to

A launch for me

Cardboard spaceship

Three, two, one hit green

When I was

A little kid

I’d sit alone

And make shit up

Oh God forbid