My youth looks a lot like
Red and yellow, Roadmaps, and Countertops
An occasional scraped knee because
The picnic blanket is a lot more enticing than
Gravel in my palms
I’ll still get on the skateboard though
Speed down a hill
Point A is where I’m afraid
Point B is where I am not
and this is the only time I’ll fall down once,
and get up once
We call hello death! into a busy street like it’s not a two-way, or
A cul-de-sac
Or a farewell
Only a Point A
Nowadays we look the maybe in the face and laugh
Patrick Thompson
Julianna Chen
Kathryn Zix
Sarah Kearns