Poetry: 1 Poem by Christian Patterson

Poetry: 1 Poem by Christian Patterson

in Cameron’s garage at the last sleepover before I left
for college, the first night Andrew drank, the night with ukuleles
and candy in bulk, the first night I smelled hair. we bought cigarettes
at the gas station up the road and played electronic darts
and drove Cameron’s golf cart that only went backwards
around his circular gravel driveway while his great dane attacked
the cart’s wheels. we played Super Mario Bros 3. we listened to KZOK
the classic rock station. Mandi baked brownies. we went to QFC
around 1 AM—Cameron driving and one passenger in the cab,
the rest of us in the bed, covered with close-webbed mist,
imagining we were a post-apocalyptic gang—later eating steaks,
that Taylor stole in the front of his pants,  impaled on knives, barbecued
on a charcoal grill in the middle of the night. we built a blanket fort
over Cameron’s couch, 8 people under that excellent canopy—
two on the couch, six on the king sized carpet—I laid between
Austin and Savannah and Savannah’s hair smelled good
we talked until 8 AM when a repairman came to fix a leaky pipe,
we let him in because no adults were home then slept for a couple hours.
When we woke up, we bought gas station coffee, smoked cigarettes
in the garage, and tried to fry eggs
 

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