Chewing plastic, it coats my mouth
like melted candle wax
and leaves that
bittersweet taste of you
on my tongue
when we were still young
and you weren’t gone
like the rain in a summer heat.
Chewing plastic, so hot it freezes up
and dies as quickly as it began
leaves that
bittersweet memory of you
on my tongue
when we would run
and you weren’t so far
like the summer in a storm of sleet.
I remember when
the tips of our noses
touched like lightning and sea
and sent that current
through our bodies.
It was easy then.
It was good then.
but I’ll never go home again
and I’ll never go home again.
crack, trees, swings, cliff, swim.
scream, breathe, scream, breathe.
wish, pray, cry, drown, die.
crack, spin, bottle, tin.
I’ll never go home again.