A school bus full of kids skids off a sleet highway
and never will we forget the smell of green vinyl
seats marked with graffiti. No one, not even the rain,
has such small hands! Nor washes clean memories
of the bloodyard, the plus and minus bullies. Two kids
break through windows, and nothing will make them
average. Love refuses to reduce, which is why, in a
fistfight, the memory of love never loses to the actual.
The night sky glitters with a million busted lips. A
million channels via satellite, the eternal gone blurry–