snippet i

you were, hands down
(beneath the belt, squeezing
hard on cold thighs, held
behind the ears
for a this-should-suffice
keep you guessing
kiss)
the harshest cigarette
(decorated with black and
whites tricked into positives
and read you the blank notes
because you never really liked
rehearsing, pushing me against
the green screen
and fantasizing later
so you could say)
i've ever had the joy of
(meeting you with drunken slurs
under chilly street lights
against the echo of semi-pro
skater silhouettes, students
like us
who have no future
and too much of a past to let
go of)
smoking.