Some thoughts spilled.

[just mercedes]

Free-Ranging Allowed, Creative Responses Encouraged
I realize this is a mockery of a poem and more like me transcribing spoken word, but feel free to respond in whatever fashion you'd like.

He's talking about doing
chores on his vacation [while growing up.] Implied by the next lines?
[Once every year he'd find himself] in Victoria, doesn't add anything
trimming bushes and fixing his mother's
house. I say I'd have loved that house [over my
vacations,] better than? [worse than chores] implied because
planning [them] took weeks, arguments exploded
in long car rides down to Virginia in 95 degree
weather, no air conditioner working because
the Mercedes overheated. [We don't overheat surely?]The motels were
always shitty and I'd spend more time in [the]
chlorinated pools than on the beach,
because [the] pools were clean and lacked seaweed,
or jellyfish. I told him he's [was]privileged to have had
it and he turns away, "no, no, no, no,
don't say that." He goes on about
why his life was tough and I try to sympathize
but all I can think about are his drawstring curls
formed by incessant heat from the dryer.[lovely image!]
[All I can think is] repeated? maybe just and how I like to sit in the dip
his stomach makes when he's lying on his back
and how I can feel his bones digging into
my ass after a while. I think about how he's
young and complains a lot,
and how now he gloats about the dick
I convinced him was big. Except he says it
in front of friends; makes me quiet.
Makes me think I should [laud over] sounds clunky, maybe brag?
how tight my pussy is.

As always I want to chop away - I like the change in subject matter, reflects how our attention often switches to sex ...love the impact of the last line.