Ketchup
Ketchup
Life is
Living the Young American
Uncomfortable, scratchy, tight in the crotch jeans that look great
the long walk from the Metro with 60 pounds of books,
being chased the last 200 yards by the
kids you were friends with in kindergarten who now hate you,
making it to safety, white picket fence with friends and baseball bats
slurpees at Seven Eleven and shoplifting and
wunderkind and wanderlust and friends anywhere and everywhere here to share it with
CD players, death metal, guitars, girls, too loud and parents that have lives too
Beltway Plaza movies at midnight, opening the emergency door to let the group in
Not liking snotty preppy kids and finding some of them aren’t too bad anyway
Scatter, running from the cops, K-9 into our precious grove of heather and oak trees
Experimenting and finding what’s good and what ain’t
Drunk on a rooftop staring at the moon and thinking and talking
Of Lestat and Armand, vampires young, the battle to come, angels and demons and humans
Once in a while enjoying school
And actually having fruit with lunch and always making a sandwich
LD tournaments and stomachs dropping out, crushing some witless girl in a round who couldn’t figure out what Locke’s social contract and governmental legitimacy have to do with each other if the world
Depended on her
Watching Mulan and actually liking it and knowing all the songs but not saying a word, cuddled on her couch and knowing
That touch is the greatest sense there is
And damn this layer of cloth between us you smile at me and I’m blinded
Staring down the sun when I see you
And we’re roaming the streets and it’s past 1 on Christmas Eve
And you remember your dead mother’s suicide on Christmas Eve
And your dad leaving with no goodbye and I don’t know
What to do and the only thing in the whole world
That makes sense at all
Is life
Life is
A bottle of purple Heinz Ketchup
Life is
Living the Young American
Uncomfortable, scratchy, tight in the crotch jeans that look great
the long walk from the Metro with 60 pounds of books,
being chased the last 200 yards by the
kids you were friends with in kindergarten who now hate you,
making it to safety, white picket fence with friends and baseball bats
slurpees at Seven Eleven and shoplifting and
wunderkind and wanderlust and friends anywhere and everywhere here to share it with
CD players, death metal, guitars, girls, too loud and parents that have lives too
Beltway Plaza movies at midnight, opening the emergency door to let the group in
Not liking snotty preppy kids and finding some of them aren’t too bad anyway
Scatter, running from the cops, K-9 into our precious grove of heather and oak trees
Experimenting and finding what’s good and what ain’t
Drunk on a rooftop staring at the moon and thinking and talking
Of Lestat and Armand, vampires young, the battle to come, angels and demons and humans
Once in a while enjoying school
And actually having fruit with lunch and always making a sandwich
LD tournaments and stomachs dropping out, crushing some witless girl in a round who couldn’t figure out what Locke’s social contract and governmental legitimacy have to do with each other if the world
Depended on her
Watching Mulan and actually liking it and knowing all the songs but not saying a word, cuddled on her couch and knowing
That touch is the greatest sense there is
And damn this layer of cloth between us you smile at me and I’m blinded
Staring down the sun when I see you
And we’re roaming the streets and it’s past 1 on Christmas Eve
And you remember your dead mother’s suicide on Christmas Eve
And your dad leaving with no goodbye and I don’t know
What to do and the only thing in the whole world
That makes sense at all
Is life
Life is
A bottle of purple Heinz Ketchup
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