There are a couple of boys
ditching Summer school, skate boarding
down my street.
I sit in the shade beneath the willow
and write about the way the dirt feels
under my feet
and chew inelastic bubble gum
I bought at the dollar store
and how I now regret that poor decision-
Actually, my teeth wrote that.
I am still trying to figure out
if one of those boys is really a girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.