Cowboy (Scene)

"I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong,"

My father sang as I emerged from the river

"She likes wearing men's clothes, let her wear them,"

Said my mother, tying his denim shirt around my neck

Under the surface of the water

Rocks glimmered like small hearts

Here's the mountain where we stood in order of height

Stars flashing across our faces

What my father could not give my mother, she gave herself

I wanted to be like that; like the lawnmower

Commanding respect, a steady echo

Instead I was more like the grass, in love with being severed

And later, with finding those parts of myself that had been buried

Thin blades only the fresh spring rain had the power to recover