post sunday 5th

peddling endlessly, the Sun-god pressed upon our young shoulders, locusts hissing and space like endless potential hung around our heads. Girls and Women behind every closed door, the promise of elation somewhere at sometime. Dick jokes, Marlborough's, a devil for every shoulder. forever teasing to say how fond we were for one another, ourselves, and everything. love of the blazing sun sunk deep in our chests, God? We prayed without mind word or breath, make it not stop! Waiting anywhere while forever on our way somewhere else. Claiming each place of disinterest for there our hearts were, and that was the where. Seeing these same spaces through the windows of our parents cars, titillated by our secret life, and god, when will we get back? 

C.