girls
and their long thin legs and flat tiny waists
surrounded by
boys
hands in their shorts pockets, trying to seem cool
my name is Steve, they say
but
through their smile they eye the prize
a pair of perky German *******
or French
or Venezuelan
it doesn’t matter
drift sick to the porch steps of a church
write poetry
look at clouds
pray for rain
pray tomorrow will be better
my God
please
let tomorrow be better