Kissing girls in the parking lot

A life-flutter, brief and unremarkable
except for its sadness.

The futileness of frustration, of arteries glowing
in the dark

Borne from bored lips to hopeful hearts.
But nothing,

In this nowhere, seems ever
to amount

to anything much. Besides the obvious.
Besides darkness

grows within each of us, a flower
with stained petals

drooping silently among the crumpled dresses.