11th letter

Nearly uncontrollable
with little pause.
Not unlike
the longest unzipping
of your life.

Two little bastards & one in the middle.

June, July, and November all lived under the roof of September.
June was the baby.
July was the eldest.
November stuck in the middle.
The day June was birthed July wept like a baby and November bounced chubbily in glee.
Four years later September passed through an October.
July raised June and November played in a corner.

The 7th.

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s going to buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Mama’s going to buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

I’ve done this seven times now, and I still don’t understand the rhythm, the ebbs and flows.
18,16,4,
25,23,11