Arizona Tallboys

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Arizona Tallboys

On Tuesdays, school dusted us
off into the neighborhood one hour early.
You and I clung together. The liquor store sign
on the corner sang "come in" in neon light,
so we each scooped out a single from our first
wallets for a can from the fridge….. I love the little detail of “first wallets” 

We plucked the tabs with our finger fat …. Love this one 
and popped the thing open with a chhht,
reminiscent of the Big Bang …. Unexpected, but good 
It tasted how smoking felt. … a line I don’t particularly care for. Reaching.
We sat on the concrete steps,
impervious to gumstains
or overdue library books. … doesn’t quite go with the rest. A sudden turn away from the tangible..and why library books? A distraction 

We kicked our feet and sipped.

Then one of us would get a text from their ride
or have to warm up for band practice
and we would rip the tabs off and drop them … love the detail again 
through the canholes. And we'd rehoist
our backpacks and say goodbye, … and again 
maybe dap each other up if we couldn't find
better words.

And as we walked our separate ways,
I'd hear the tab clinking in your aluminum vessel … brilliant 
with every step.
The slow, entropic heat death of the universe. … the end of all good things. Mirrors the Big Bang earlier. Excellent 

This is a marvellous poem. A few minor niggles, but otherwise I wouldn’t change a thing