with firecrackers
on the fourth of july.
coke bottles.
fruit. one of my sister's dolls.
anything that would explode
and make us
scream like wild
monkeys.
this was back when you could
buy firecrackers
just south of the border.
there was always a kid
with some paroled
dad who gave no nevermind
about kids blowing
stuff up
he would bring home enough
packs of firecrackers
to supply us
for the whole day.
matches too.
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