Drive us up to Lawrence Hall of Science and lie with us on the grass. Teach me the cold-hotness of kissing and the feel of hands. Throw me aside as I push you off, and do the same, please, for my friend.
Take us back down the hill, pull the pipe out of the glove box. Let us smoke as we slide across the upholstery and into the car walls.
Climb over the fence with us at Willard Junior High, not even the one we went to. Help us pull back the tarp and off our clothes. Into piles on the cement, away from the wet spots.
Watch me on the high dive, naked at the end. Feel me crash into the water and bob up again.
Be blind with me as I fish around under the tarp, fascinated with not being able to breathe.
Don't go back with me the next day though, with my sister, to find my magenta shoe.