runaway suburbia

it’s 4:30 in the morning
the cab ride home is slower
we talk about teenage summers
and childhood in box-like backyards

familiarity precedes panic
green lights with nowhere to go
linen patterns to planes overhead
and remnants of what the clock outgrows

apply tape to the temporary
red mirage or contrasting truth
the mind is a maze where kids get lost
and find themselves in cheaply tailored suits

now it’s 4:30 in the afternoon
street lights fade with a dull winter
at my most unobservant is when I wonder
how did you let adulthood get the best of you?

Yours Creatively,

Jaclyn Sanscartier, Online Contributor

Image: Author’s own