the last rites
of frat nights
echo across brick and bare
their spastic souls
onto the transit lines,
churning.
once, you dashed through
powder, white, across
a playground.
you wailed, as i danced
with a lark against the
shoreline.
too many nights spent
pouring myself downhill
from the liquor pits.
trying to dodge train,
traitor and trailer
for some whiskey and stain.
i can’t grasp the wounds
i can’t fade this phase
but those callouses count
on my ignorant gaze,
for just one more summer
of a lakeside haze,
i can’t stay,
i can’t stay,
i’ll obey.
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