Kissing Cousins

Cousin Mildred Willie Mae’s sister came by

And watched us come in and out the yellow house.

A kiss for Mama on the couch.

My sister kissed my mother. Another.

Then a brother. A sister

Kissed a sister. My mother.

Madaddy came in from a Mississippi

Trip. He’d missed her.

And kissed her. We all loved to see

That romantic smooch.

My cousin not a kissing cousin

Said we were the kissingest people

She ever seen.

And puckered up

To give so that she could get

What was going around.