Around boys’ laughter he was “The Manatee”
No one respected his authority-
Least of all Dana and myself
When he intercepted Wendy’s letter and then us
Practically down-mountain at the Girls' Camp
Similar ages? we’d’ve been party cohorts
That – transparent to all but him.
That – transparent to all but him.
Manatee, puff up that stifling steam,
Keep your back straight with your wooden-board cot,
Ugh, he puffs up his magic dragon eyes-
Manatee, remember, you were practically us.
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