the day they got handcuffed
i was milkshake-making in the front room and
the light was pouring into every crevice of our dark home for once,
sun draping over our garden as i stretched in the grass
the police could hear me pissing as they searched our house-
it was my house too, damnit

lex and i went field wandering later,
sunset warm on our cheeks
and conversations hot like fizzing bullets in the air,
hit us hard and fast with the glow

12 is only knowing arrest as a lazy curse,
crying and hugging your brother as he returns home like a child,
cradling his tender heart in your palms