part IV

sat with the yellow leaves today and listened to age pryor next to a soccer game. it was six o’clock so there was a little light left and i got to think about alex. back then during this time, i was up to snow in my northstrom boots, in the valley at a friend’s school. i saw alex behind the woods, behind the oaks. i climbed up the shreds past them, and i left with him.

part I

I was thirteen or twelve, on the boardwalk of a middle school. it cost too much. there weren’t many of us there and we usually questioned what kind of background some kids had, to make them afford it.

i sought peace, like everywhere else. i wanted it at lunch. There was this stupid girl who had long, blond pretty hair, with scary boots. She had bright eyes and they were dying to come out.

anyway, she talked up shit, bringing up something knew none of us knew. her dad was a judge like mine, and I couldn’t understand what she was proving.