remember that night we hugged our knees & laced our fingers
sitting in the field, our tethered jeans moistened by dewy grass
mesmerized by the stars cartwheeling across the sky, then tracing
their paths on each other’s thighs, scoring each & every
last performance, amusing ourselves by judging those luminary gymnasts
while stealing sip after sip of your daddy’s moonshine
from a mason jar, snickering at the tender flames licking
our lips, struggling to convince our numb tongues to comingle
—after that summer you somersaulted straight outta there
leaving me here forever wishing I’d tumbled along
