We will sit
On a dead wood fence
Air so hot and penetrating
It slips right into your core
So that your thoughts swim in lazy circles
Predatory
And we won't talk
As sweat seeps through our t-shirts
I will remember
Being
10
Wearing purple capris
And scuffed hiking boots
Holding hands and giggling
Talking nonsense
That makes sense
To us
I will be seated next to you
On this scratchy fence
Smelling your Every Man Jack deodorant
I. will. be. so. tired.
And your
Green Adidas will kick the rain starved dirt
And sun will beat down
On my red shoulders
That refuse
To tan
And I will wonder
What happened
To being ten