at the corner shop?
We kept talking for hours
over cheese and pepperoni.

If only we can go back
to the day we wiled the afternoon
laughing about high school through
smiles and greasy fingers,
looking hip and making it linger.

You were as tall as the ceiling.
I, so small and revealing.
We sat and spat the ****
anchored in the chairs
through wiry stares.
We were not able to stand up.
But you can only linger
so set in a place.