Independence

Independence.

Chugging down Pepsi like it's never coming back.
Gripping ping-pong balls,
smiling broadly, accidently smacking the sticker machine.
Losing quarters in the Area 51 machine.

Sitting on the playground,
Slide down the burning metal slide.
Write out sticky notes,
claiming "I <3 Bert" and "MCR owns your face".
Stick them on the steps.

Treading water in the crystal clear blue pool water.
Giggling at the tiny three year old.
"Who do you miss?"
Her face contorts into a pout.
"I miss Mikey."

Wind and water beaten boards,
creak under our weight.
"WAKE THE DEAD"
Rippling black water, seemingly millions of stars.
"F'IN THE DEAD"
Twirling around, gripping the inside railing.
Suddenly collapse, gaze up at the stars.

Independence.