when I was seventeen, it was a very good year.

[BeinGeneric]

bbbbbbbbbastard son of debbie and steve
I wonder if anyone ever called me a bastard?
If they intoned it clearly,
like a bell
or maybe whispered it,
like confession.
Nah.
They swung it from their vernacular
like a tire swing,
crash! clong! crown!
hoping to send me tumbling to the ground.