I am a child again
in a cardboard
maze
we built with
old boxes
in the alley.
Stepping
over spiders
and puddles
(again,
I love Oregon rain)
screaming like
my lungs had no
        ending.
I'm a child again.
Your eyes.
I know what you are
thinking.
****, I hope
you're thinking.
I'm so ******* crazy.