There were times
we cared about science
as silence crept
softly up the stairs

as it spread slow
through the cracks
beneath the doorway and covered
our mouths like a haze.

You helped me pour
the vinegar inside the volcano
and reassured me that Mrs. Cramson
would give us a solid A.

As it erupted
the floorboards shook like hormones
and I began to harken back
to a time before we formally met

when I followed your sister
like a hawk
through the alleyways
keeping my eye on her pink jansport

and she came to a stairwell
where the two of you sat
and spoke quietly about anatomy
before sharing a sisters kiss.

03/26/2014