i'm sorry i'm leaving

your middle finger was clutching my thumb through the park

and over macdougal. the torches were blazing about our street and just down from the sky. casey stepped with anna off the curb. his shoes are clogs

did you see?

they dipped in that puddle

the one catching green. they were tripping up and slipping around

singing 'rolalita come out tonight' and oh i wanted to pull you down. roll on top of me

baby. just roll. we'll wreck our clothes. we'll scrape our knees. we'll taste the scabs. you

sweet

are worth these next four months

until i bail out and kiss behind your ears

drive off in the van. oh my god

i think i'm dying in this car seat

where i'll spend through winter.