16.11.04 - 11:58 p.m.

o this weekend, remembering to miss girls,
teenagers and kisses
wielded like an army, running drunk across
busy streets to meet boys in funny hats,
boys with irish roots. fingertip squeezes, second base,
a partner in crime with whom to perfect
the nonchalant dance called 'looking for your friend.'
o everyone, i love you.