Legends Never Die

Legends Never Die

In the darkness, headlights look like stars. We spin
underneath the heavens, carefree, perfect. I remember
long nights and mornings, spent talking about
everything, and nothing. We spilt secrets, dissected
the most trivial of matters, cried on each other’s shoulders.
The color of love is really a rainbow,
and every time you peel off your fishnets, I light up
like a ferris wheel. We’re more a side show
than a group of friends, banding together because we’re different,
freak flags flying high, our fists clenched against the world. I’m
the bright flash of your hair against the sky, the sound
of maniac laughter spilling out of jam-packed cars. We have no need
for seatbelts, rules, restrictions. I’m jolted from my near catatonic state.
My entire internal structure feels made of shared moments,
bare feet and high heels, bowls of plastic fruit and dining room tables,
a vast expanse between us like the Mojave desert,
we traverse it with Taco Bell wrappers, Mountain Dew cans,
and laughter. I’m spellbound by how easily we fit together,
brand-new puzzle pieces, unspoiled and un-lost, our arms and legs
and fingers and toes combining readily when we cram 5 people
onto a futon or in the back of a car, hands holding hands,
discussing adventures to downtown to wander the streets,
smoke cigarettes, or to the airport to run down hallways,
cause havoc, have photo shoots. I remember dancing
around the living room with no pants on, practicing Rocky Horror
at 3 in the morning when we’d been drinking, coloring
in Disney coloring books, taping our masterpieces to the wall
while we realize Sebastian is red, causing fits of stoned giggles.
We drove everywhere in the middle of the night: Wal-Mart,
friend’s houses, Downtown Disney. We infiltrated theme parks,
our sticky fingers not quite getting us in trouble, we
counted up our loot and watched movies all night. Days existed
for sleeping, fast food and Harry Potter, laying on the couch,
playing video games, shirking responsibility. We were unemployed,
or slightly employed, or students, or all of the above. We spun through days
like tops, whirling, always on the move, unstoppable. The fallout,
a drunken haze. Fist fights, word fights, snow globes and sleeping with a knife
under my pillow. We parted: scared, sad, angry, defiant.
None of us willing to admit when we were wrong. The mountain we made
imploded, burying us in the wreckage, we struggled to survive.
The dust is gone, I can see clearly now, that we were heroes and legends,
and legends never die.