We are the only class that was in high school during both
Columbine and 9/11.
We tend to talk little.
We wiggle a finger around,
Meditate and look at the wall,
Constructed of fragile fibers,
Blood flowing within vessels to
Serenade crazy, gushing thoughts that
Illuminate the empty world.
Between the good of us is an understanding:
I will only see you if you want me to.