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we stayed up
all night
doing drugs
we didn't like;
teeth grinding
in my skull
& you standing lovely
by my side
like fist fights.
do you remember
our parking lot
revolutions?
the times we claimed
solidarity
& quit our jobs
to jump
from train bridges
into august
rivers; eyes hazy
with pill chest
cocktails,
smoke settling
in
to our over worn
clothing.
look at us today;
laden with debt
& working class stiffs,
the pressed collars
of our dress codes
forming rings
around our necks,
walling up our
hearts
as we pay rent in towns
where the streets
form grids
like chain link
fence;
these calm
cracked
driveways
will always remind me
of our eternal
leaving home.
we used to cross
our bleeding
hearts daily
& hope to die
before
we got too
comfortable,
forming blood pacts
on ware house
rooftops
in the holy
holy heat
of a central
massachusetts.
it was the way
i stitched you
into my skin,
how i loved
the way you love;
drinking whiskey
jersey barriers
under highway
overpasses,
shoplifting our
way through life
& ignoring
the no trespass
signs
with stern conviction.
my heart
would skip
at the thought
of our adolescent
truancy,
like stones
colliding
with window panes,
late night
grass
& back porch blues.
we used to up & leave
at the first sign
of trouble
but i've been around
this town
for some time,
trying to reconcile
the cage
i was born into
with this misanthropic
zoo.
& truthfully,
things never felt
so loud
as when you
were shouting
by my side;
the nights we slam
danced
drunk
until we threw up
from exhaustion,
tired guts
of our middle class woe
spilling out
on sober sidewalks,
the guilt we felt
like a gag
reflex.
we always find a way
to leave
but never know
our way back
home.
it's been
so far beyond us
for some time
now.