This pinprick sickening my skin against this lonely afternoon
Makes me feel dumb, or maybe just happy.
Because I deserve happiness. “We all deserve happiness”, my mother says,
but I know that she doesn’t mean me.
Perhaps this is how we find god.
I take parks by storm, parkour race heartbeats over benches, and elderly objections.
I am flying high, I’m not gonna crack
I am gonna touch the sky
In a summer daze of cartwheels, I found seriality, which is to say that I found heaven.
They had skateboards and hacky sacks.
I can outrun my youth, but it was much faster to escape abuse on a longboard.