1983

we were kids

not even ten

when we found

our hideout ina

faded olive

winter-warped

waterlogged

hornet-infested

window cracked

trespass

warning

shack

middle of the pet

cemetery

i had to stop

reading books

late into the night

if i hoped to get up

early enough

to meet you all

there

but i could

not

reading our minds

thinking of you
falling for you

neither fear nor misunderstanding
today. the moments
make me sad

how long will we have?

you are tired i am
tired not always discontent
but tired

by the world
quaking
rocking
shifting
endlessly

shut the door

let us be

warm feet meet cold feet
lying on a couch reading
our minds

#katyamills
remix 1997