April 16th, 2012
We made it to another morning.
Yesterday a girl told us her boyfriend was dead, and a few feet away people laughed at soccer under the rain.
They were all soaked, and I ran to the garage and watched kids smoke cigarettes and speak in low voices.
3 more arrived with bicycles and water-bead jackets.
The RainNoon balloon dropped on everyoneâ€™s chest but it didnâ€™t tear right away.
It fell ripe on the grass and no one wanted to touch it.
No one would look at it.
I think we were all afraid of the noise it would make.
I kept trying to think of the day in terms of expectations, or Probably fond memories, where the stains would be scrubbed out.
I was drinking beer and smirking at the dark perfume of spring.
We were celebrating separation.