the/my suburban dream
countless cans of beer went in one end & out th’other,
Our way,
littered with crushed cans
& used condoms
& crumpled hard packs of Marlboro red.
from here t’there, fueled by testosterone, no-doz, white crosses & beer;
from there & back, stinking of sex, sangria, love’s baby soft & dippity do.
running
under the high tension
pushing past the red line
down the dirt road;
following
each other
trailing sparks
and sparkles
wherever we went.
(levittown, long island)
