We are made up of the same sticks
and stones and mud that we built into castles–
no, fortresses, we called them
in our backyards.
There was a line that separated our respective grasses
and it was on that line that we declared
At one point, we were not afraid of cobwebs and attics,
but then, we watched that rated-R movie about that
serial killer in the attic with the cobwebs,
and it seemed like everything changed.
Last I heard, you moved to Atlanta
and that one time you messaged me on Facebook,
late November of last year, you told me about all
the Atlanta boys and the way they stared at you
and I thought about how much
we had both changed.
Maybe it’s a good thing or maybe it isn’t.
Either way it’s too late to do
anything about it now.
I wanted to ask why you didn’t mention
your mom’s cancer, but then
I wondered why I thought you would have.