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None of us ever graduates from college.
None of our faces become scarred across the eye
Like Montana’s. We don’t end up feeding stale bread
To the ducks that swim in the backyard pool,
We won’t hide our jewelry in the ceilings.
None of us will travel further than Nevada
Even though we planned a trip to Berlin
Where we would try MDMA in Berghain.
None of us ever holds a junco in our hands
Even though their shape would fit into our
Cupped palms like a knife fits into its wound.
We don’t jump off of the balcony into the
Water below. We don’t take pictures holding
The Eiffel Tower or become contestants on
Jeopardy. None of us own a boat or a raft
Or anything that could keep us afloat when
We become stranded together in the ocean.