Back in the old
neighborhood:
rusted fence gates
swinging open,
very macabre.

To be back is
a little unsettling.
There's a wave
of vertigo,
unease.
Where am I?
Where have I been
since I left?

The old oak tree
is right here
where I left it.
Old man Vic,
still here too,
his old chevy
in the driveway.

I heard his wife
passed away,
so sorry to hear that,
too many funerals
nowadays.

It's a shame
Jenna never got clean.
She used to be
so beautiful.
--you know we
******?--
She was my first.
Yeah, yeah, I swear.

Crazy right?

On the couch
at her dad's place,
he came home too,
after it was done.
I was in the bathroom,
**** near had
a heart attack,
and he was
out for blood,
breaking down that door
while I ran down that street,
that one right there,
half a mile all
the way home.

Theres the backyard
you and I first
smoked,
wide eyed and trying
to cover up our laughter
and the coughing
so the neighbors wouldn't hear,
still so wet
behind the ears.

And look,
the house
where the cops came
New Years Eve and
busted in with
those flashlights.
You jumped over
that back wall right into
the neighbors pool,
remember?
We laughed for days.

******* shame
about Jenna though,
she was so **** beautiful.
This is the first time
I've been back
since the funeral.

I wonder if her dad
recognized me.

That punk
who drank and smoked
with his daughter,
the same drink
that killed her.
Maybe he should've
killed me too,
that day in the bathroom,
lord knows he tried,
lord knows he tried,
but we were just 15,
how were we supposed
to know?

And ******* was
she beautiful.