Make Music With The Chatter In Here

do you remember the wind

that lifted the hair on our arms

and scraped the steel of the stop signs

while we ran

beneath the traffic lights

too close to speeding cars;

the sheets of melting snow

slopping our canvas shoes

and you screamed and shouted

til your freckles

tumbled to the asphalt

like flakes of youth

and you laughed until

your throat bled

and your fingernails grew?

-college liz, for maggie