Playground Love by Air
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love
Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body reeling
Time’s no matter, I’m on fire
On the playground love
You’re the piece of gold
That flashes on my soul
Extra time, on the ground
You’re my playground love
Anytime, anywhere,
You’re my playground love.
So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls. But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us calling them out of those rooms… where they went to be alone for all time, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
We would never be sure about the sequence ofevents. We argue about it still. Most likely Bonnie had died while we were waiting in the living room, dreaming of highways. Mary put her head in the oven shortly thereafter. Therese, stuffed with sleeping pills, was gone by the time we got there. Lux was the last to go.
“So far away. Doesn’t anybody stay in one place any more? It would be so fine to see your face at my door. Doesn’t help to know you’re just far away.”
