2007

Girls from high school love
when people tell them about their eyes.
Caution,
laying in the grass when
they can’t notice it’s raining.
Depression.
Christmas Trees.
The way they look when there is so much variety.  
Running
away from anything that isn’t the ocean.
Skin. Or pale skin. Or tan skin.
The drunk floundering girls are tomboys;
radiation in the fresh air;
electricity buzz in the rainforest;
skateboarding in traffic.
19 was wearing shirts that are too tight,
adjust them accordingly.
Constantly.
It’s killing fireflies;
apartments that all look the same.
Run your tongue across your front teeth,
as you leave your annual cleaning,
feeling mature.
Hoping to attract attention.

Photo Credit: @Keith.Harney circa 2007