Popcorn

I can’t remember 

A time 

When we had the bliss 

Of youth 

A time 

When the adolescent generation 

Slow, bleak, tired 

My mind tends to wander 

Look up, up! 

Past the stars and yonder 

My mind tends to wander 

Through the dusty fields 

Past the broken views 

I left seventh grade 48 minutes ago. I felt like it was too soon. How far, already into summer I feel. My disorganized mind thought that I would have more time to like who I like, more time to get to know her.

Cold fingers tap at the pane of glass

smudges tear across the surface

he thinks that someone will hear him through the glass

he thinks this cold slab can bring him joy

when he is actually slipping

further