On the overpass above the QEW,

we dangled our wishbone arms over the green

metal rail. Cars coursed like blood in the lanes.

Your skinny shoulder against mine made me

think we were free and that free-

dom meant we could do anything, and we

had a bag of rainbow Oreos. Nobody could stop us.

Squished icing of five Oreos each in

our mouths, tipped back our skulls and you went first,

sprayed your spit in one electric go o-

ver the green metal rail, a glorious

rainbow arc for one quick second, until

the car wind came, and the arc wobbled, almost

wilted. It hit asphalt, I guess. We didn’t

see how it blurred. Became worse than nothing.