Youth are firing off
in the park. Dark laughter over
the sound of cars on the
arterial. Wave forms.
We lie in undress,
hot, meaty, wondering
if we will sleep. Our thoughts away
in youth maybe.
Or in roadsides. Or in gamey others who traced
our bodies back then, when we didn’t know
each other. When we didn’t think it would end
up like this.
Not like this at all.
1 February 2018