I remember the night you were most disappointed.
we turned down the studio lights because
it was well past midnight.
doors open because
it gets pretty warm in July and
the noise keeps the June bugs out.
your ankle was twisted
blood on your knuckles
your teeth were pink
eyes black and blue but
it didn’t matter.
I was the one who answered the phone
and almost cried when our teacher told you,
“there’s always next year”.