we can sit with our feet on the counter

arms around our knees and a filthy spoon

dangling precariously from one hand

the oven is still hot, open to warm the room

and you separate the blinds to see who just drove by

on cold tiptoes peeking out of too-long jeans

your phone will vibrate itself off the table

and CRACK into three pieces on the tile

put it back together and check its vitals, okay

we are fifteen, sporting hoodies and cameras

poorly dressed for the snow, in converse

let's walk to the park tonight to meet your friend