Dripping down…a pale stem (neck), sweat, water…tears. Falling night, unsafe for sand, but dragged through anyways. A body curved with youth dementing to a struggling shape of a victim. Fingers scuff an arm, fingers round and petals loose, a delicate flower was shedding its unsaid vows, and long forgotten leaves were tarnished by the ill lit bulb that appeared from nowhere. It was all beautifully red and white, all the lovely articles bemoaning, held up high by the roots that were pulled from the Earth and made prematurely into a human. Violent violets surround the body, a newborn dandelion, un-worthy of plucking. Un chose life, an abject weed.

The chairs move into the wooden desks, the boys hoist themselves out the achy doorway, speeding to an open hall, sprouting into the ocean of cement that neutralized into a plain of few trees and prairie dog lands. It’s recess, how long did that ever last, it so quickly ended there was no time for kissing to be clever. Not that they thought of it often, but sometimes none of us could help but use our imagination. Why must it be right, I never understood that before, what is, is what is, I thought. But now, I know it’s ok to, well, do what I want. I won’t like Her because Jesse will like me, Jesse should like me just the same, whether I go out with that weirdo or not! Besides, it’s Jesse I want; he’s just so cool… I feel so weird, oh well. Wandering through the square cut shrubs that slept on the horizon, where no mighty teacher would cut up our small stems of umbilical cords. What more can I do but watch him move, swaying so generously, arousing all the emotions I tucked away for now. But not for long, of course...