what are you doing in the summer of 2013?

i want to meet up with you with my blueberry
hair & my leaves shaved into marble--

oh what parts of you are statue & what parts
are the result of the heat?

92 degrees & climbing

when the weather is poisonous let's 
drink creek water from teaspoons 

do you have any plans for this summer?
the summer of 2013?

i do-- i know i will get to feel 
my blood vessels turn into fireworks--

the ferris wheel lurching in 
my stomach as it churns me in love
with his hair--

i will turn sixteen & i will 
eat fun-fetti cupcakes on my porch--
lick icing fingers-- 

bite open water balloons-- 
here comes a thunder storm to
shake knees & door knobs--

will you wear shoes?

you don't need them-- it's summer
& kutztown is all grass & there's only
broken bottle on the other end
of noble street 

the kids call it "the ghetto" because 
sometimes there's a pair
of sneakers is slung over 
the telephone wires--

do you feel carnivals in you?

i want to meet you here before
i was a boy-- before i planted
hydrangeas in my forehead

before i could sleep without 
nightlights--

sweet sixteen & boldly green--

look for the girl with grey 
chuck taylors & a yellow
bikini-- she swallows goose-bumps

back then did you sometimes 
sit in your backyard & tear out
the grass in handfuls?

did you drink from the hose?

she's turning sixteen & she's 
cataclysmic-- razor blades 
drawing bracelets on her arms--

she wants to kiss you--

she wants to hold your hand &
meander with you up cemetery hill--
past visiting hours

she sometimes pretends she lives 
in the mausoleum at the very top

she wants to lay with you
underneath the ghost tree-- 

maybe you'll like it there--
hot & sticky & soft-skinned--
soaked in honeysuckle promises
& impending lightning--

conductive-bodied & rare--

she has a pocket knife with
his initials on it

if you're not busy that summer 
i'll be waiting on the bench--

the bench with white graffiti
in the park

the one where night pins
you down to kiss you

tongue down your throat
like a comet or a maple leaf--

this is a date 

we'll leave our initials--

dug into wood with 
my neon blue fingernails