"The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling
with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities
and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one
moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and
cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and
swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.
For one breath everything feels better.
Then it melts.
The bus drivers rev their engines and the ice cloud
shatters. Everyone shuffles forward. They don’t know
what just happened. They can’t remember."
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