the war isn’t over
by lizriggs
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
