when i was fifteen we used
to hang out in the parking lot
behind a movie theater
that showed 'rocky horror picture show'
at midnight every saturday
some of us never went in
never had the money to
i was in the band of underprivileged kids
waiting for our friends
to get out of the show at 2 am
one of us always stole liquor
from our parent's cabinet
& we always stole donuts
or cake from 7-eleven
once i remember it was 10 degrees
& we were drinking jack daniel's
straight from the bottle
& chasing it with handfuls
of stolen apple strudel
& our fifteen year-old bodies shook
& we rubbed our wind bitten ears
our teeth chattering in our jaws
until our tongues burned w/liquor
& then were momentarily relieved
by big bites of sweet apples
wrapped in the thin phyllo
as delicate as our young skin