An Abandoned Kid's Park at Midnight

In the moonlight monkey bars

become silver snakes and

they shiver between our hands

as we tiptoe through stale

children's memories and

avoid tetanus through a swap

of clenched teeth for giggles.

Your hand is so close that I can

see each crevice and wonder

if a fortune teller would lie and

say those lies lead to me

I imagine your touch, covered in

dirt and grime from another

world, another life, another woman.

I jump on and you push the swing

harder in my direction, I can't

convince myself to jump

but how else do I get away?