for Lareina
It was a sort of quiet afternoon.
I hoped it would not end at all too soon.
It rained so hard without a cue or prompt.
The
I wandered through the school in my bare feet.
The bricks against my toes were cold, like sleet.
The leaves had turned to gold to remind me
That there’s no other place I’d rather be
“I love this place,” I pondered to myself
“for solitude is crucial to my health.”
I splashed in rhythm like a metronome
It made me deathly ill to think of home
I’d give up all possessions—sell my blood
To stay here playing soccer in the mud.