We held our legs, parallel against the ground.
Urethane cartographers of this small Mid-Atlantic town.

You were stuck in the mid-west,
Making signs for opposing teams.
Do our lives now live up to all our dreams?

Do we write it in our skin? Indelible!
"SK8 or Die," "f__'n Go," "Don't Give Up Hope,"
I guess I don't know.

Or maybe we'll a__ert,
In binary, "Dear diary,
I wonder if words can make things real."

-I hope they might.

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