7:18

next train just half hour, 36 steps away
7 kids think no one knows what's in those
Snapple bottles, stand in current of grease
makes the air thick, they're sliding off
each other, can't quite grip, or hold on,
burning newspapers, turning off street lights
they're hanging off parking garages,
suburban jungle-gym, hiding from one way
traffic, perfect 7-10 split
tonight they'll lie through cell phones
and try not to giggle, a whole other world,
a whole not-jersey, promises of sin
and youth, back of their necks itching,
on fire, breeze feels good
next train still 25 minutes, 36 steps away