We tattooed convictions on our arms with sharpie -
the ink spelling out hopes, dreams, life, and love

We gave ourselves to the winds of the world by making
*all* of our decisions through ro-sham-bo.

We sat on rooftops and smiled at starry skies with
wine-soaked teeth.

We jumped off trains to russle corn at moments when 
our stomaches longed for even the memory of food.

We vowed that generosity implies suffering, and that
suffering builds compassion.

We felt the embrace of warm asphalt.

We rode trains through honeysuckle night air and woods so
full of lightning bugs that the trees seemed to be 
covered with moon-lit glitter.

We cried in the overwhemling beauty of it all.

We knew sleeping to be as simple as lying down.

We saw our clenched fists and the dirt on our faces in
the reflection of police sunglasses.

We ate whole trashbags of doughnuts in sticky bliss.

We knew bathtubs to be cool rivers on hot summer days.

We snuck into hotel rooms and smiled knowing that stolen
watermelon tastes sweeter.

We had more fun on midnight trampoline raids than trampoline
owners ever will.

We jumped on couches like maniacs while screaming along
to punk rock as people slid down the staircase in drunken
heaps on couch pillows or even a whole fucking mattress,
ducking people setting off fireworks *inside* the house
and everybody all the while making out with everybody
because that's how strong friendship can be.

We never had keys in our pockets.

We waited for trains on nights when our feet were so
cold that we couldn't tell where the earth ended and
we began.

We watched the visible vapor of our breath carry on for miles before dissapating.

We swore, with tears in our eys, never to go back.

We'll never stop fighting for our lives.