skateboarding in the brooklyn cold

I am leaving tomorrow
so today I drain in the rain.

remember when we were.
in Tompkins Square Park.
and you fell on my skateboard?
that is an adorable memory. 

I cross the street.
Minnesota, here I cum. 
looking forward to midwestern gals. 

ollie up the curb.
hit a pebble and bust my ass.
remembered I am not 13 or 23 anymore. 

my flight tomorrow is early.
so I go collect my belongings. 
and drink myself to sleep.
in the ruined celebration of life.
on the outskirts.

maybe I will bring my skateboard.
and never come back.