No further developments,
It's like the sprinklers at night,
How you know they're there,
Because the sidewalk's wet.
But, it's too dark to avoid attack.
And then it feels good.
But that group of boys on the corner, most certainly trouble.
And then they're gone.
Just in time.
And they can't hurt me.
That group of boys.
On the corner.
Listening to my I-Pod without me.
Where fake mom lives,
All the houses are nice and the sprinklers on timers.
But, here they have to walk outside to turn their water off.
I like seeing them in their shorts and varicose veins.
I like that my body gets me home.
Skin and Toast