the first day i spent in
i bought the 2 most
ster e o typical
was my medical marijuana license
Number 2 was my skateboard
I’m not very good
but when you shred
on the boardwalk
people get out of your way faster
and thats really all i wanted
Would like this poem
Its short and clean and simple
Nothing frilly or bright or extravagant
Is the reason for so many smiles
Protects me like a taco on a cold hard floor
Encourages me and eats pasta with me
Judges tattoos, analyzes photographs, listens to my qualms
Shows me skateboarding
Have no idea what to do.
still like the poem though.
Breathing fast, like I've fallen hard on my back,
Can't catch up. Don't look behind you,
It's just one of the girls.
There are some things you learn pretty fast.
Some stuff you get the hang of quickly.
Skateboarding? Not one of them.
Chasing you? From the moment we met.
I like to think we were both just confused.
I was a girl to everyone but you.
i tripped skateboarding--
my leg spilled a shattered ruby
with rivulets slipping down
from the impact,
yet all i remember was the
talk we've had in the face
of a cold, unforgiving november night
the damning air stung us
likened to both our aching
breath, to remind us
that freezing is all we
ever can be