nazis played peek-a-boo with mommies too, nazis blew bubbles and up they flew

with her
from the damp dark of the street drain
i watched the goosestepping boot soles hail the grate.
the shadows dribbled across my face
like my stuttering tongue down your navel,
like my stuttering hand down the fence.

her eyes widened,
her lily pad irises vibrated with the heartbeats of
three hundred straddling frogs.