Remember the mix tapes and the letters
down those deep cold hallways, education
glistening under our feet like stuck stones,
the bang of the lockers like stupid hearts,
the warmth of your leather seats after the bell.
Your parents were gone when we lay down
to see what it was like to make a bed.
Excellent, as always!
ReplyDeleteI love "the bang of lockers like stupid hearts"
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