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we played boggle
this afternoon
whilst listening
to new order
and depeche mode.
she’s tired
after a sleep over
i’m a bit hungover.
it’s hard to know
what to talk about:
when to make it serious
when to shoot the shit.  
when she was young(er)
i listened and took cues
from her questions.

there is too much silence
in adolescence to know
what to do with.

later that night
in the darkness
with friends
on the beach
with the roaches
and the avocado
and the wine
i have nothing
to say either.

maybe the secret
is nodding through
the silence,
watching the planes
take off and land
with us still yearning
and waiting for a chance
at freedom.