cutting class

by TR

 

lit cigarettes

cupped in hands grown large

five awkward bodies

 

crouching in grass

behind the gym

 

jean knees in dirt

all black shirts and boots

shoulders touch, eyes dart

 

seek enemy

teenage radar

 

you take a drag

then pass it along

in lifelike quiet

 

angry beyond words

there’s no language

 

random rebel

no cause and no clue

why hate’s so easy

 

stupid teachers

and boring girls

 

better than home

to sit in silence

sweeter than weed smoke

 

inhale and hold

onto this day

 

years will change you

dimming memories

stifling loves and aches

 

what draws you close

pulls you apart

 

moment captured

in kodak colors

forever sixteen

 

time on your side

nothing to lose

except your self