we speak with shut mouths
beneath shrouded clouds.
in the night, talking about how we will
steal Sam’s bike that lays on grass in the front yard,
dying of too much sun
and not enough sugar.
We stand beneath the moon’s gentle gaze,
touching hands and dreading sunrise-
when we will go home and pretend
we are asleep.
Britt Trachtenberg is a freshman at SUNY Purchase, where she hopes to graduate with a BA in creative writing. Her poems have been published in various magazines such as Urban Galaxy. Her favorite poet is Mary Oliver.