No Books Would Tell Us Our Stories

Possumtown Neighborhood, Piscataway, NJ, one mile
from the Middlesex Sampling Plant site, where radiation
cleanup from ore sampling in the 1940’s was projected to be completed in 2000

My best friend and I hover in my driveway,
hopscotching between maple seeds
helicoptered to the asphalt that shines

near-molten in the August sun.
In this moment we want
this leap to never land, levitating

above the flat front yard, grass seeded
green each spring, my dad pushing

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