We laughed
hard heavy bellyfuls until tears streamed down our faces
Little ashy boys
So close to the ceiling of manhood that on our scuffed toe tips we could just
graze
Chin hairs and first kisses behind bleachers
But still far enough away from that life that it doesn’t worry us yet
We still untethered
When our only worry was beating home streetlights and the girls in the
neighborhood was as flat chested and knobby kneed as us
We were free
So we laughed
Laughed so hard that tears streamed down our ashen faces

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