The prepubescent petal look
I shouldn't be on the blacktop
people think i'm twelve
Summer, Summer
The overly sexual Lounge
Waiting for you
A sigh that is Too heavy
Asserting independence
A sigh for me
and no one else
In the quick shadows of clouds that pass overhead
While he plays basketball
She ages at an accelerated rate
Fighting back against the way time flattens
How can anyone ever be tired in this life
