Around my old high school
Various girls appear,
Teenaged,
In various adornments
Such as a black sweatshirt
Or giddiness on a nice day
Walking with a boy,
Who make me drop everything,
They make me humble,
Make me want to work at Planned Parenthood,
Not caring if I get fat,
Make me want to put on a smile,
To be patient,
To talk with them,
To unload the contents of my mind
Into theirs
Like a gorgeous sort of photosynthesis and
I’m not sure how long this will last
But I feel as if in heaven
Observing a sort of blind faith in the moment
Within slender figures
Laughing at clarinets in the sun.