by her father and his foam-whip.

Her momma didn't lift a hand,

Because she was afraid of him

so Pops stepped up and spanked

them all until they were silly

crying and weak they hailed a-taxi

but it never came so they

took the prius instead, and on

the road they prevailed, until Hannah

and Greg took turns mooning passerby's

but then they took acid and tripped balls for hours, forgetting the rules of the game and how many words you could write or say or think . . .then flash. . . it was gone. Excuse them while their trains of thought derailed. Now they imagined they were special people with the special power of growing small and

mighty, just like Mighty Mouse. They

had indeed lost their marbles. Sunlight

streamed through the rehabs ragged-curtains

, the stale stench of sobriety creeped