sticks to see who would
go
and throw
a rock through the window
of the abandoned
house across the street.
the short stick,
would go.
camping in the yard
at night
turned us
into
something we didn't know
we were.
reckless kids
taking
risks in the dark.
one with a beer
stolen from home,
another with a cigarette
and a silver lighter that he
snapped all night long,
and the older one,
the boy with curly red hair,
telling us
in great detail
about the anatomy of girls.
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