“dreams don’t care”

looking for three different things in one pair of hands

i’m given a chance to become ringed

yelling in the alley eyeing cigarette butts
mistaking my fun for theirs

the click and clack of my boots was unbearable 

i ran up the ladder, i spotted her swing 

she’s taken my roller skates on top of the pinto and is pirouetting 

peering up at the tall and elegant windows of the lucky

your gaze and figure lit only by the street below

jump down baby 

i shoved my fists in my pockets and clenched em up tight