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”.