i am running out of
air
i am running out of
scrapes on my knees
running out of
new corners to cross
in this neighborhood

we are growing up in the same houses
with the same curtain of trees draping
their limbs over our windowsills
we are sleeping in the same bedsheets
wrinkled from the imperative
tossing and turning
of adolescents.

we inflate our chests
and float away like red balloons
a freckle in the pale complexion of the sky
for this love affair with the pavement
has lost its edge
this slipping on
slimy banana peels
has stabilized

we have bitten and scratched and stained
the doors of your fingers
studied every trail of your fingerprints
we have grown older in the palm of your hand
your fists raised to the sky
it is time for you to open them.

Stuck in a cage
Isolated and alone
Do I want change?
Why wouldn’t I?
Being stuck
Where I cry
I want to be free
Yet I lie
Is that just me?
Bound to be stuck
In a cage
Not wanting to change

A clear sky
Birds fly
Baby cry
Wonder why
Handsone guy
Oh! My
Smiling away
Makes me shy
Blushing away
I tipped over
Met a post
And rolled over
A Day dreamer
Was I
Beamed eyes
Searched the guy
No luck
Lost my wallet
No bucks
Walked home
In his thoughts
All alone


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