everyone says they wish
they could go back
to when times were simpler, and
all we had was hopscotch and monopoly,
all we needed was crayola for white paper
and bandaids for bruised knees
but imagine us now:
cussing out a 2nd grader when she tripped us,
because she fucked up our designer jeans, and
manipulating the seven-year-old boys
to pick you over stacey anderson for flag football.
no, no, that would not work at all. we can never
go back. because even in the simple days
we lost simple games of tic-tac-toe,
and we were just playing against eight year olds.