Boredom, a refrain, spoiling for a fight, we mumbled back
parental warnings with hard cider and cigarettes
dangling from our mouths.
Climbing walls, scaling roofs, twisting off bottle caps
in our belly buttons, we became legendary in the back
of the lunch room. Drank in all the wickedness our eyes demanded,
quickly laughed at a life too hard to live down.
We set our bogeymen on fire to watch them writhe in ecstasy,
anguished faces under beds in windowless rooms. Struck a match, tossed it in,
and watched a funnel of fire race through autumn leaves.
Dizzying ashes dropped into our frizzy hair.
Poking through the remains of reed and cottontail
with blackened pieces of bark, a thrill inside a reward
was revealed when we rescued frogs from their petrol rainbow traps.