there’s a junior high in my neighborhood. after school there’s a huge crowd of kids
hanging out on this grass ridge that has a cement washout to crawl down into and
hangout, sometimes you can see kids skateboarding in it, or drawing with chalk.
mostly they chat in small groups and wait for the ice cream truck. and when
it does—they move as quickly as is cool to, and form a haphazard line, where
boyfriends hold crumpled dollar bills and ask their sweetheart, orange
creamsicle or icecream sandwich? (you know i’d go for the choco taco)
so in this washout i put up the love notes.
and the kids added their own.
lizzie loves robert
daniel loves ann
steve loves harper
tina loves sam
sydney loves michael
so i added mine too
rebeca loves david
and told the kids they could keep the posters.