Remember when I think of you
that squeaking wood roller coaster-
head jerked side to side,
up and down a joke.
Spread smooth notes of apparent positivity
when we converse-
Our voices sing together in conversation,
until you are called away.
When your back turns, you re-merge with
the clique of girls with long, shiny hair and
matching rose lip gloss, fading tone of
your rapid voice as I turn away.
What I confided echoes back,
you twisted this crowbar,
tuning it to your laughter.
vibrations travel through school halls.
Still in my foolishness,
when we speak,
i somehow hope my trust will
delicately chain me to you.