Page 19 - Demo

%u2018Just write what you know%u20195Belonging, as a needThose shirtless boys hollering in trees, eighteen and feinting,tough-but-not-really, waiting for something to happen.Precocious love schooled me, wrongly, that meaning comes ina boy shape. And so they take their hold.Everything%u2019s golden, at this hour. The waning sun. Thehollering boys. Two puddles of beer on the stage. A quietlonging lives under my skin.In another life%u2014one that looks like mine, but smaller%u2014I climbthe trees they%u2019ve claimed. I swing my shirt in the air andscream for the band. I bask in their acceptance.In another life%u2014one that looks like mine, but bolder%u2014I climbthe trees they%u2019ve claimed. I smile into the leaves. I lean backon a lusty branch, and watch the band begin.