Popcorn

We'll march with cardboard signs

rainbow letters pretend

that we're happier than we are 

because we understand

the depth of this hole we've dug ourselves

into

the fire we've fed 

High of fifty four degrees

That was yesterday

T shirt skiing and I packed shorts

In the bottom of my backpack

High of twenty seven

That’s today

Maybe a t shirt

Later

But I walked to the mailbox

We ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's

together

in the back of your mom's car

that's what friends are

for

and then we skied

when the sun set

and the stars rose

and

In dirt roads 

the way you bounce in your seat 

and smile at the mud 

coated tires 

coated legs 

coated boots 

while everyone complains that it's not 

summer. 

Mrs. Craywood

her curls needed cutting

instead she dyed them black

she could have washed her face

but she brushed on dark eye shadow

to hide her eyes

she used to think they were

pretty.