headphones play Paul Simon's “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard”
listen to the same 28 years later when you realize you’re like everyone else
research firearms [your pa calls them whistles] do you really want to know?
the first time someone teaches you how to grass blow
whistle at a girl that you probably know is too young but aren’t you a wolf
it's late at night and you can hear it in the dark whistling like something familiar
his voice after a lifetime of smoke and asbestos
made first from bird bone he learned in a college class a long time ago
YMCA camp neon glitter plastic you thought it was silly got lost and cried for home
kissing and you remember that one video you found in 7th grade “Wet my Whistle baby” [Smplgrls] doesn't compare does it
red tea kettle almost boils over you think of trains as your ma pours you a cup
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