Spring break. 1999.
Everyone's at the cabin or the coast.
He wanted the empty house.
Rain on the glass. Radio on low.
Something slow and heavy. Perfect.
He settles into the chair.
Breathes out slow. Lets go.
Three weeks of practice and tonight
he slipped out clean.
Through the ceiling. Past the rain.
Into something vast and warm and endless.
He opens his eyes. Grins.
Forty minutes gone but it felt like forever.
He slides into the desk chair.
Hits the power button.
There are people online who know
exactly what he just did.