mr

LSA in Fishtown Beach
unofficially named
there after pizza
unofficial food of us
under the overpass,
Matt Richardson stored a bag
of cement mix.
Going to build a little
ramp to skate on.
And so, believing it to be,
not necessarily a safe spot,
but hidden enough,
we left it.

I age.

 memories
like half-sunken logs
in the mouth

the bank curved along
over our right shoulders
we step gingerly

walking away

'if ten is happiness'
again, in the din
of the kitchen piled
w/ paper, pizza.