It was a sticky summer day (sweltering)
Annie Lennox belted, “Nooooooo
love yous ”
her words fell with the melody,
r c e d
k l through broken speakers
We played that song on loop for a month except when
time. froze. briefly.
My best friend (Theresa) flew through the air
s o a r e d actually,
while wearing her ill-fitting flower print bikini (that she loved despite all the adjusting)
she ffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaadeeeeeed to a shadow
((((eclipsing))) the sun
throwing her hands into the air,
s p r e a d i n g her fingers wide
k-i-c-k-i-n-g her legs like a frog
launching herself above the water
Only to startle, to break form when her brother shouts:
and she falls faster than a cannon ball
becoming fragments of an EXPLOSION! in the water.
Jumping from the tool shed’s roof
into a shallow pool
and reaching for the wire that should not be above us
pretending to be like the pro-wrestlers our older siblings forced us to watch pummel one another on television
We just wanted to fly.
It’s every kid’s dream.
It was our dream.
We were every kid.
that’s how we occupied the last summer of our friendship
only we didn’t know it until it was too late and the pieces of us
And years later we face the hard truth— that we all can’t be high-flyers
We can’t all be Superfly Jimmy Snuka.