art-time-collective

sitting down in the crater
out behind my seventh-grade school
she says listen to it like music
[there is a siren somewhere]
the wind is blowing, rattling trees
there is a baseball game

(its late and dark, the lights are on)

jingling dog; buses hum past
mosquitos fly about, an unstoppable menace
we lay as long as we can stand it
the grass feels nice and she is beautiful
even hidden in my hood
we’re walking home and i can’t remember

a single

thing

we talked about

i remember the way she looked, how she sounded
i listen to her like music
she tells me i am the only other thinking thing
she is stumbling as she walks

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