Teen Cusp: 2
On the beach bleached sheep bones let me know
The macrocarpa that Grandpa planted, Billy
and the wind blows until his face is red
I hope God won't notice.
Billy is barefoot and careful
a hopscotch patch. he beats me because
off balance. And I fall
It sounds like an outboard against the tide's quiet.
Already walked in all the puddles – no sense
he would he should have. I waited
until the school bell. I pulled up my socks and ran
I found penis testicles and incomprehension.
We finished the tomatoes, carefully not to spill
Billy tried to catch my breath – too far ahead.
cut bruises from the fruit, bit
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