he is wearing a fireman's hat
being head of the spider patrol
we search out spiders
then we kill them
my youngest cousin still in diapers
hits me over the head with a tonka truck
while my back is turned
we burn ants under a giant magnifying glass
i eat dandelions, orange paint, paste and dirt
i can step on a bee with my bare feet
i can let my spit hang to the ground
then suck it all in
sitting on the steps
friends are playing touch football in the street
i want to be inside
sitting in the darkened basement
the shiny black piano bench
a small grey shading tv
marine boy eyes shining
with an unexplainable sadness
perhaps in the eyes of the eternals
weariness pooling in light