“We thought we had found the loves of our lives, but we hadn’t.
We were still young; barely out of the sweaty grasp of puberty.
Still surprised when we bled,
At the shadows on our faces when the clock struck five.
Our scabbed knees gave way to leather pumps,
Dandelion stained Levis to chiffon dresses,
White Hanes to laced slips of fabric.
Our hearts ached for everything and everyone,
Each dog getting struck by a car reason to kill ourselves,
A kiss worth jumping off a bridge.”