Once, you watched a boy who serenaded you / in a high school classroom do a line of coke off of a coffee table / at a house party. The memory of it returns to you on an errand run / done after a visit to your parents' house in your hometown.
It's me. A PlayMobil pirate / Resting on my ship in the corner of the harbor / In Ocean Park. The 260s. / Below deck, I cup my ear desperately, / Trying to hear the girls upstairs in the unfinished attic room. / They are teaching each other