A state of immediacy
chills round my ears
when the wooden go kart
race for her heart ended
with a rejection letter the size of the catskills
and a cousin for a prom date.
A state of immediate atrophy
loosens my ore laced viens
when a bird lands on my sill
a week to the day on this,
the last one of highschool.
We learn hope is more hopeful
when there's no home
and no dream to cling to
immediately after we left
the state of blue paper mache mountains
for the state of blue lakes
on this, the last of naive summer breaks.
A state of immediacy siezing upon me.
