one another's light,
sapphires, rubies, garnets, pearls ...
our teeth were so beautiful
and so was our skin,
nothing old could hold us in,
our poor parents were at a loss to contain
this savage perfection,
the Buick roaring from gravel
laughter and beauty and limitlessness,
six-packs of Rolling Rock,
sexy cruel sneers,
and our poor dear mother
in her babooshka and apron
carting Kleenex out of our rooms,
and father with his yellow sponge
daubing at the car seats.
What religions would we not topple?
What ancient wisdom would be next to fall?