the only thing organic in this park is the people who ricochet off concrete stairs ramps walls footbridges they have cargo shorts baggy jeans a single dreadlock a mop of curls a lightning bolt shaved into the hedges that surround an ear a t-shirt with someone else's name on it no shirt glistening nipples a pitbull with no leash they leap fling themselves from metal poles graze the ground propel off a bike rack hit the wall climb it like stairs and for a moment with the magnolia taste of the air in your nose you think you could too you forget and remember all at once
how it felt letting your heart be the first to clear that first big drop on the roller coaster how you straightened up your cramped neck as you rolled to a stop how your feet once knew how to ride the down escalator how it was to be in love with movement and unafraid I sat shiva for
you, asshole. Don't ever scare me like that again. |
Meesh Montoya
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