All of the college freshman went home for the summer.
Half-forgotton high school couples call each other,
for sex at two in the afternoon.
It isn't the way they made love at 17:
sweet and urgent.
Something new,
learned maybe on a dorm room mattress:
lazy and callous.
All of the college freshman went home for the summer.
Bulimic girls; 20 feet lighter than senior prom
smoke Marlboros in the front drives of their parents' house.
100 lbs.
You and I(?) try to avoid it all.
Jumping off the lowest part of the back roof
over and over,
(enough to weaken your ankles for the rest of your life).
We sit in the abandoned rental's backyard
and eat wish-blown dandelions,
devouring our dreams.
