We started together
hooking our fingers through chain-link
staring as traffic passed
each car holding our attention
while we crafted our separate escapes.

In my mind
the path before me was clear
I knew my destination
I knew my route.
Maybe not my best moment
not understanding the
complexities of a cross-walk.

When we separated
I thought of my friend
not at all.

And in the end
I remember just being bored
and really
anything could have happened.

And sometimes
(re-inforced by the following day’s report
that my co-escapee faced discipline.)
kindergarden isn’t all that great


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