We waited

for the sky’s

decay, ignored

the moon like the streetlights

did darkness.

All bright eyes & thin

ankles, Friday night was

ours.

 

Our mothers were dragons

of grief, puffed

fear we froze as we tinted

our lips with colors named for

wine, took pictures with

tongues, sliced our shirts into

shards for boys who were too

dumb to notice

our sun slapped

skin.

 

Summer was our

scissor: we used pools

of piss to cut god from

prayer, ice cream to trim

our fathers

flat.

 

There were waffle cones

webbed with caramel, flavors

chalked with

chocolates & still

we littered

gummy bears on our

sundaes.

 

We paid with pennies

flipped upside, extra for

a maraschino cherry

to suck on until our mouths

oozed red, our drool a

flaming glitter.

 

The wind

licked

our hair, stars

dripped onto our scalps.

We fingered

the night—our nails matched

our amethyst

hearts. I swore

we could be anything.

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