and inexplicably we jump
into the lake
though it is three in the morning and cold
i feel a young man's giggle on my neck
and turn to find buck teeth
odd-angled
too-broad shoulders for such a giggle
next to him the fog rolls off the water
and covers my chin like it covers the rocks
so i can barely see them
and she trips, tumbling, like she's a step away from an avalanche
pine trees reach up to the moon and down the water
and our laughter
meets in the middle.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
and inexplicably we jump
into the lake
though it is three in the morning and cold
i feel a young man's giggle on my neck
and turn to find buck teeth
odd-angled
too-broad shoulders for such a giggle
next to him the fog rolls off the water
and covers my chin like it covers the rocks
so i can barely see them
and she trips, tumbling, like she's a step away from an avalanche
pine trees reach up to the moon and down the water
and our laughter
meets in the middle.
