feeling like a child

meeting at a central location on bicycles

bare knees and bare feet

whispering beneath a plastic slide

when we speak in these wild open tones

it feels exciting

i hope i'm not placing too much hope

on your slender little frame

it's so exotic to have another body

inside this car

empty for miles and hours

escaping and returning to looming shadows of skyscrapes

i hope i'm not placing too much pressure

on your slender fingers

writing out each lengthy message

about color palettes of paintings

or the ways that vonnegut has affected ourselves

so selfishly waiting on your overflowing response

getting hard at everything that you say

i hope i'm not placing too much of me

inside of you

needing to tell you my anxiety at 3 am