Sunday night, 11:28pm, Rogers Park, Lakewood Ave

shooting the shit
tall boys in the parking lot
lawn chairs
soccer ball
seeing the bats come out at dusk
the spring smell
my friends sound like cicadas if you strum them
they share cigarettes
the bike jump
Max and I pass the ball
folding up the chairs
finishing the beers
the sun gone now
M and I walk home
Mark stops at the house
when I thought my heart couldn't get any fuller
we laugh
shows us his new shirt
bask in his post-sculpting glow
puts on his hat with the flaps
Goodnight!