“A Boy and a Tonka” by Elizabeth Brown

Boy:

 

Gets big

Gets girl

Gets job

Gets bumped

Gets crazy

Gets dumped.

 

Man:

 

Shrink. Shrank. Shrunk.

Memory drops

Ker plunk:

 

Yellow steel Tonka

Vroom

Scrapes grinds gravel

Vroom—

 

Ego buds, festers—

like a bad ass monsoon.

 

The power—

The Toil—

Loading hard ass soil.

 

“No problem, boy. Do it.”

 

Just like Papa do.

Wear it too.

 

Boxed in boy—

Grown in a grid.

Squared here;

Squared there.

Wore plaid shirts like Papa did.

 

“Logic, use it, boy.”

 

But Papa—

Rosalyn—She moved her hips; then lips; then tits—

 

and rust got it.

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