Used pink condom on my high school parking lot

Reminded me of all the things I never got to do young guys with savvy new cars; they’d just turn sixteen and were able to drive then rich parents that allowed them to drive 60 miles per hour on a 35 miles per hour road chicks with bleach blonde striped highlights and mini skirts going

Beautiful day

Because I thought I was cool, I took a DJing class in high school. I had greater aspirations back then. It didn’t go very far in life, but it was mostly a joke anyway. One day in class, we had to play a quick song sampler of our choosing. For some reason, “beautiful day” was

Baby daddies

Looking back, I think about all the guys who could have been Like that guy in my high school Who quietly carried my backpack for me, while I was in-between lightheadedness From blood loss and menstrual pain And loneliness  

Where are you

Young love

As if it was just last year