in a fast food parking lot
you gave me liquid fire
that torched my insides
and singed my lips.
on the dark side
of a concert venue
you lit up a stick
that burned my throat
and engulfed my lungs
with flames.
we drank to the bottom
and smoked to the ****.
on the sidewalk
with yellow pills
and crumpled dollar bills
we talked about
how we were going to
get out of this town
and camp out
on rooftops
and in backyards
and in pick-up truck beds.
skipping meals
and saving up
we watched our worries
cascade to the ground;
dancing, intertwining themselves
with ash and ember.
we draw constellations
on our hands and on our feet
and on our hearts,
until the day we
get to chase them
away from here.