The First Childhood Trauma of Being the 3rd Generation of an Outlaw Took a Shit on the World and this what yet got, and that’s what you got. _n anything else that comes from you, will just be another Evolved-Shit-Taken-By-An-OutLaw to Only Be Bested By Boss-level Outlaw Origon, and that Sunny-boi: is a Woman. [Voluntary Patriarchy-runner to Support the Matricarchy: The Board of Directorship.]

My First Outfit
Was reserved for a
Aquarium FieldTrip,
My Grandparents bought them.
Blue Tye-Dye 70s waistband.

With Lots of Teal,
Because it was
South Carolina –
And somehow,
He Died of a Massive
Heart-attack. And cried,
We all did. Grandmama was
Mostly Fine, and learned how-to
Make Coffee on the Electric
Pot.

And I uh, didn’t
Wear; the first-new-clothes
Outfit, resignated for aquarium
Field-daytrip. Four
Family Members in the Hospital

And I just never wore the waistband, tie navy-groovy-sailorita belt and used it as a headband and wore my capri shorts and teal blouse with pioneer-piping from B*** and just .. wore themin different combos and Grandmama and my Aunt got me different shirts and different shorts that I didn’t wear that oufit together except my 11th bday, #-sparechange bdays later.
And somehow, I knew the black-satin size00 petite capris shorts looked much better with the shamrock-green buttonup. 8 years old junior-executive clothing. The same size that average 6yearsolds wear, but precocious+sophisticated. Lesigh.