To Sydney- upon her trip to Hungary

She twirls tussles of hair
around one lonely finger-
exhale

And doesn't know what to do
it's all a pattern-- she reminds herself
We're too old to be so disaffected, too
young to be so complacent-
One more day, another year-
"One day when we're out of high school..."
you complete the sentence...
And now we're there-- with weathered faces
we barely recognize in pictures

No more patient naviete, no more
late night pizza.
we're on planes going god knows where
We're in people infested apartments and roach
infested streets.

Sometimes someone somewhere laughs like you and all
I can do is turn my head.
a girl, overdressed, with too much makeup
-- shorn-- from head to toe--
more plastic than this town she's in
She has no right to laugh like you.

Sometimes I look in all the wrong
places for someone
who laughs at 90mph
in a car
going no place special.