Like Cherry Pie Made with Nutrasweet   No water, no water, no water. The grass crispy as curly fries & I’m out of a job. I’ve given up on daylight as a cure all. Snake oil.   Sure: black & yellow, kill a fellow. But the copperhead was shiny & pretty as a penny found heads up. She didn’t like my shoes.   I’m so fucking tired of doing the same old things all summer: dangling our feet in pissy pools, disguising a hiccup with a belch. Lady fingers?! Jesus, there’s no independence in that. Bottle rocket, mortar, boom! I’ll make you a halo with sparklers if you sit still.   Not everyone plans to shoot the moon.   We can go down to the South Fork & I’ll catch you fresh trout with my bare hands, like the Indians used to do. They were so quiet, the fish thought they were merely shadows made from a passing sun.   I thought you were a tomboy. Humble pie. Head cheese. I’m sorry. Everything I said used to make you laugh. Jennifer Gresham Jennifer Gresham (Jen@everydaybright.com) has been called a hummingbird due to her penchant for frequent snacks.