Picture the daycan you stillrememberpainting the pageswhile pouringthundersplashed in thewindowand you wishedfor summer?Chewon a pencilwithyour thoughts boilingthink of her and himand yourselfspoilingclutching the backof your neckas it is tearingimaginesummer goldon your lipstracing snakeson friendly shouldersmaking a facewhen you thinkyou'll get oldertake giant stepsthen you're off groundunder tablesplay cats cradletalk to each otheras if you're crazypainting your paceto a single rhythmstanding in ringswith fingers linkingsomebody calls youbut youyou're not listening