Our town

i rode my bike home after dawn
and the sun rise felt abrasive
like after a middle school dance when they turn the gym lights on

under bridges, over grass
it was hard to keep peddling when all i wanted to do was peddle back

we drove east out to sea
on one of them tall white life guard chairs
and a borrowed adidas jacket and a moon like a swollen tangerine

three months ago almost to the day
it's weird to think how much is different and how much is exactly exactly exactly exactly the same

on the trip back i remember saying to myself our town looks cute and then instantly thinking this will never be our town.