the sexiest.

Green Mountain Idyll

Hayden Carruth

Honey I'd split your kindling

clean & bright

& fine

if you was mine

baby baby

I'd taken to you like my silky hen

my bluetick bitch my sooey sow

my chipmunk my finchbird

& my woodmouse

if you was living at my house

I'd mulch your strawberries & cultivate

your potato patch

all summer long

& then in winter

come thirty below and the steel-busting weather

I'd tune your distributor & adjust

your carburetor

if me & you was together

be it sunshine be it gloom

summer or the mean mud season

honey I'd kiss you

every morningtime

& evenings I'd hurry

to get shut of the barn chores early

& then in the dark of the night

I'd stand at the top of the stairs & hold the light

for you for you

if you'd sleep in my room

& when old crazy come down the mountain after you

with his big white pecker in his hand

you would only holler

& from the sugar house

the mow the stable

or wherever I'm at

I'd come god I'd come running to you

like a turpentined cat

only in our bed

honey

no hurting

but like as if it was

git- music

or new-baked bread

I'd fuck so easy

sweet-talking & full of love

if you was just my daisy

& my dove