in the youth campnin the archery rangesni take aim just past where i can seennin the moonlightni swim across the lakento meet my girl with the indiscriminate hairnto fish out carcasses of lacklustre loventhey left in the lake for us nto ponder over like good students of naturennin the schoolyardnthe parking lotni hesitate to watch you get out of a carnnin the bleachersnbehind the playing fieldni crouched down with a girl much shorter than menshe says notes fell through the cracksnand says, did you see the game last night?nit makes me wish that i could be in a class on chemistry.nnbut i'm too young for the physical sciencenso i just act in full compliance with hernnI'm quite helpful, politely quietnI've got sharp eyes that are good for this sort of thingnseeking out the small and insignificant thingsnthat someone had lost at nightnwhile they were throwing up safely out of sight from me