I. The Garage
Knelt beneath the staircase
my skin hummed against the threat
of discovery, the shock of her
blonde hair, the string of his guitar,
the damp silhouette beneath my thin
cotton dress. Clouds of laughter
and smoke swung between us, a circuit
of pungent electricity rocked
with soft delirium. She kissed
my lips with curling halos
of marijuana and strawberry, blew
dandelion-seed wishes for a boy.
II. The Carnival
The arc of the Ferris Wheel winked
above crowns of swaying pine,
causing us to drift off track.
It was an asylum from the empty road ahead of us,
a catalyst for the drug, so we shoved
crumpled dollars into fat hands
of grey-haired ticket vendors, stumbled
arm-in-arm across straw-thatched grounds,
red-eyed, howling, lost in ourselves,
rapturous, discomposed–limitless.
III. The Launch
We crawled inside the bench seat,
a metal bar strapped across our laps,
pinned to sweat-stained vinyl and faith in numbers.
The engine lurched and the machine gyrated
satellite shuttles into streams of brilliant
red and canary shrieks. Our bodies were fused
together in pools of marrow and spun-sugar.
My brother and sister, we were reborn
in mongrel gravity, the vicinity of three,
rendered invincible
by bastard youth.
