Covered in the heat blanket of August was the coal black asphalt

Caked by kickball games, Light-Up Sketchers

and the memories of those who dared to study the scrolls of childhood.


I myself was very happy, white Filas and all

As the magic school bus came to sweep up our camp

Built-in Rocket boosters and eyes the size of basketballs

We flocked in, goslings aged seven through nine

Flying Saucers for lunch boxes

And Cookie Monster book bags



Maybe, just maybe my camp counselor would turn into Ms. Frizzle

There’s nothing wrong with Semi-Psychedelic Hipster Science teachers

I decided I wanted to be one three weeks prior anyway



Atlantis was within minutes of my grasp

Gameboy Advance for a bus partner and

Dolphins that floated aimlessly across the bus ceiling




The sharks? They didn’t bite

They swiveled, torpedos in the air

Haunting, mesmerizing



I wasn’t afraid of Jaws

For I had grown my set of gills that summer

And began to float


When we arrived in Atlantis

Golden Cobblestone walkways cut through grass like razor blades

Barbershop clean and ready to be abusively pummeled by the feet of little second graders.

And holy hell, that was the biggest mother******* whale I've ever seen.


As we got inside, a dorsal fin sprouted out of my back.

And god damn it it hurt but if that meant I could swim with my friends, why not

As I got to the lunch table, I hit the folks with the super deluxe lunchables pack,

Filled with gold dabloons from Davey Jones Locker

Grape Kool Aid and a toy


Yes a toy, the good ones don't exist anymore

It was a limited edition Nikola Tesla figure riding a Dolorean,

and when turned on, he drifts the shape of pi....

Im sorry. donuts, around the tables in The Krusty Krab.


So when you ever ask, Did you really go to Atlantis? It doesn't exist?

Honestly, I go there every day.

In my books, in my dreams,

every time I want to throw my calculus book at the library window.

Every time I see my mother’s face

Every time I hear my boss on the phone

Everytime….. I go there.