She decides to float across 

the waves of heat from the towers which have been 

placed to heat the waves of sweating teenagers 

out there in the cold and warmth.

    She drifts heedlessly from night to night 

and from opinions to opinions and follows where the

fun and games go.

  And too often does she find herself 

splayed across the altar of whimsy and

too often does she

taste the breath of unpredictability 

and too often

taste the consequences 

and 

      With stalk eyes, 

gale force winds contained...

    There’s nothing original about noticing the color of eyes-

or comparing them to hurricanes but.

  I can’t help but-

      Furrowed red line eyebrows

and I ask to touch her hair 

after my hand is already in it and. 

      She says she looks like a crack wh*re and

she gave herself tattoos and

pierced her own ears.

    She’s wearing sneakers and a black dress with 

...and it’s open in the back.

I remember how her hips felt, I doubt she remembers my shoulders 

            elastic, tight fabric and bone 

                there isn’t much of her there

and movement

I was too sweaty

she isn’t too warm

her shoulders curve funny

‘i don’t know how to dance either’ 

I thinks she’s lying and-

I’m probably overthinking it

yeah, I just know I am.