you died and it was very yellow. 
all the kids from the cul-de-sac
popping gum & throwing rocks
as the cars go by.
making out on the electric box or
making chalk circles to god in the lowercase.
meanwhile
you were hemorrhaging space dust
you ate through life like gasoline. tell the truth-
did you meet his eyes? was the window open?
how many voices were speaking
at once?
it was summer & nothing ever
happened.
mikey dropped his tooth into some cola.
you waded out into the street.
funny.
we waited around for months
for a sign in the asphalt
for anything at all.