Slumming.
Slumming around downtown.
Slumming around downtown St. Paul.

A broke high school student.
A broke student with perpetual down time.
A broken down senior student letting go of time.

Slumming.
Slumming down to Raspberry.
Slumming down to Raspberry Island.

Walking across the Mississippi River.
The bridge had been raided.

Marching.
Marching down teal and raspberry stairs.
Icycle nose hairs.
Seeing my breath as my chest shivers.
I found my heart trapped under the solid river.

Teenagers ******* about freshmen that got the bridge raided,
Teenagers ******* about artists they've always hated
and artists ******* about things they've created.

Underagers slowly letting out smoke.
Underagers letting out what keeps their lungs beating.
Underagers slowly letting out steam, cheating.
Me.
letting out smoke that came from the ice.
Smoke of below zero temperature, freezing my insides.

Mindless.
Mindlessly walking.
Mindlessly walking through endless skyways.

Mindless.
Mindlessly talking.
Mindlessly talking about things I don't remember.
Until we've arrived at We-Be-Smokin'.

Huddling.
Huddling in a group.
Admiring the art that claimed the spot before we did.

Scuttling.
Feet scuttling.
Feet scuttling in place to outrun the cold.

Reminiscing of months before when I was sitting alone in Starbucks with my
venti white chocolate mocha listening to crazy George yell at his imaginary
wife. Not being bothered. Not being cold.

think of us when you're getting that paycheck at 30,
think of our ****** up relationships and avoid them,
make assumptions about us when you don't know our last name

being about that life doesn't mean we're as bad as you would think
think of us when you see some of the crew in the news and others in magazines
think of us when you say "**** it"
think of us when you're desperate, walking home with your heels in your hands

being lit up everyday won't make us sad unless we want it that way
think of us when you **** someone over
think of those kids you knew in high school
but never hung out with
think of those kids with the drama and the drugs and the lies and the cool clothes that we wore everyday
think of those kids that changed over the summer
we are the underagers, we are the kids you secretly wanted to be
your secret is safe with me