One of your still alive friends 
gave you his old gold minivan

song in the tape deck
slow motion blossom 

shadow of a blue bedroom 
fish tank
 
and the echo of your dead drunk friends 

singing to you on speakerphone 

propped up in the 
cold night sand 

the van hisses
and whistles 

spirit sing along of the good talk 

you’ve been carrying on  forever

punching each other 
on the bridge

climbing through each others 
windows

eating each others 
parent’s food

what will you do yells loud 

across the canopy  

but you still have teeth 

behind your teeth

and freckles beneath 
your eyes

you let yourself 
be cradled

let yourself 

spark 

throw a lime across
the table 

close your eyes 
and listen

to your friends