Cypher Lunch
We ate bread and mayo sandwiches
with sour cream and onion chips
crushed into dust as our meat layer.
Four of us, in a cypher, taking turns
saying grace – this shit is the bomb.
Sixteen ounces of fruit
punch waterfall down to
our stomachs.
After the feast, we played
Manhunt, religiously,
while our fathers
got drunk in front
of the apartments
while they were supposed
to be supervising.
with sour cream and onion chips
crushed into dust as our meat layer.
Four of us, in a cypher, taking turns
saying grace – this shit is the bomb.
Sixteen ounces of fruit
punch waterfall down to
our stomachs.
After the feast, we played
Manhunt, religiously,
while our fathers
got drunk in front
of the apartments
while they were supposed
to be supervising.