two teenagers swap
sips of mountain dew, lives on
the edge of lake house horizons melt
at the moment of dawn, when suns
rise and ants
crawl out from their
giant grass blades. a mother wanders past the two.
she doesn’t know them, but she has venus
skin, panda spots
on her spandex. her face swirls, they
pretend that they’ve seen it before.