Film and Television Rights: Funny Faces

Brin made up this song, sitting on the cement steps
of our front porch, playing an acoustic guitar:

Pull shorts and a t-shirt from the pile
in the closet, walk barefoot

to the store, buy candy bars and coke.
Finish the bottle—thoughts make funny

faces and sound like people shuffling
under our window. The sun comes

from the land the city leveled
in 1963, big on

its downward slope, it stirs the acids
and bases in the tissue between

your bones and the quilt. The hair
on your head is a mad conductor’s.

Your face is a blowfish. You are
a busy beaver laughing—when

sleep tickles you to death, you spasm
until you become fish.

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