There are fields behind my house
that the cute farm guy-
bails every late July. 

When he does,
I think back to being twelve, 
staring at his sunburn. 

I found corn in the field one day
promptly scaring my sister, 
screaming “Children of the Corn!”
to which she didnt understand 
but ran anyway. 

One summer in those fields, 
I chipped my tooth-
its still chipped. 

And sometimes, 
I go back.