I wanna remember to remember to forget you forgot me.

Like shaves of metal, black as coal, they wrinkled in the flame, ballooning into whisps of smoke and disappearing down an escape hatch with no exit door. Laughter bubbled up from a boiling stomach and hung over us in clouds.
"Wow, it's way different for her. Look at her."
Eyes draped over the ocean, scanning for a landmark, something to establish bearings on. The waves crept closer, teasing my toes, listening with perked ears so that I had to sneak across the rocks for fear of being spotted. The sky was painted like a day-old bruise, offensively ominous and seemingly alive with a wax and wane of pulse that set me off balance by slowly rocking me with mothering arms. The boys sat soundlessly moving their lips, I could see them from down the beach, and I tried to read into the conversation but my eyes were jumpy and intent on wandering. My legs would not stay rooted in the ground, I had to move, run, climb a tree, slide down a stair railing, kick the air around me to muss up the molecules. Twenty minutes whizzed by and we left, piling into a fast car and watching the trees blend with the pavement, an abrasive mix of plush greens and dull grey undertones. I carried on to the rugby club, then the party house, then an unfamiliar bed. I woke up severely overtired and 'ecstatic' to service the lube needs of Nanaimo while still half-cut on alcohol.