Our parents suggest we are less than disciplined
as if saying that would be a thing [he shrugs] we could
obfuscate into something else largely audible.
And what, in return, were we to say: a pack of dogs
sniffed or pissed their way down the street; a woman
stopped us for a cigarette; and, it was truly
warm. The sky was blue and the stoplight red
where we suddenly waited. What was the point?
That night we walked barefooted beneath obscured
constellations to the pier's end; we met some girls
and saw that tucked in darkness near the highway
a bathroom door was left open and still lit.
rdking