i.
The school generator is large and green and
humming in the darkness.
Our mouths are polar ends of a magnet
Our mouths are shy
Our mouths are running out of time
And you are gone.

ii.
We measure the size of our hearts
by the size of our fists.
When we hold hands
we are actually holding each other’s beating flesh,
each other’s most delicate muscle.
This is my definition of love.

iii.
The stadium lights shut off and
I can see small pinpricks of stars.
For some reason, I think of your freckles.
Now, whenever I look into your eyes
I see Andromeda and Cassiopeia
Perseus and Orion
Sleeping on your cheekbones

iv.
Stadium clean up
all that gum stuck under the bleachers.
Cold and stale,
the sweetness faded with time.
I think that is a good metaphor for our love.

v.
The generator is still very large and green
It is an anchor point.
Now,
Our mouths are repelling ends of a magnet
Our mouths are avoiding each other at all times
And I am still wondering
Why I did not kiss you.?