Lying on the night concrete felt the heat leave the black top after it left the day Skateboard excuses kickflip fails drop in downers kickturn coffin
Used my knee to boost you through a window, skateboard shoe print stain skinny jeans, you came around front to let me in
Bathtub full of balloons Bedroom full of balloons Taste the rainbow tie dye shirts dying grass dying hands dying hair cutting hair cutting paper snowflakes glitter spray coffee stained counters coffee and sugar hockey pucks in cups this is how we get ants Number three star Glowing plastic sky beside dirty stairs Stairing at alphabet magnets, broken fridge, names signed in colored letters An "a" falls down picked up and placed
Looking at shoes on six feet two pairs skate shoes one pair work boots one lit cigarette three laughing voices two cars out front one insecure apartment one alleyway one fast year fast year fast years
There will be a lantern and you will give it to me and it will go out and there will be no more years There will be days There will be times texts calls pictures We'll be letters in mailboxes packages on doorsteps the occasional postcard placed in a drawer
Cynthia Conte is a Senior undergraduate student at Tusculum College in Greeneville, Tennesee pursuing her degree in Creative writing.
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