My mom said, "When we say teenagers,
we mean him."
She laughed.
"As in, the teenagers have to eat last at the potluck
because they eat so much."
I remember when I laughed at you
when you went back for thirds
and cheerfully accepted my leftovers.
You were always ready for a snack too. The gummi rings
you brought out were
deliciously junky.
I guess you needed the energy
for things like jumping out of kayaks
just to see if you could get back in.
I never knew what you would have done
if you couldn't.
I want to find your perfect girl.
I can never picture her though.
All I can see is the look in your eyes
when you smile at her.
