Robert Vaughan ƒ Candy Crushes

Robert Vaughan

Candy Crushes

Todd

We’d read our book reports aloud in my treehouse. He’d read first. His dimples and his cupid lips. He played clarinet and on the opposite side of the room, I blew the baritone. He never looked at me during Band.

Alex

Walked him to his dentist appointment in 7th grade. Went back to his house to play Mario Brothers. Our vice-principal, Mr. Nash, showed up at his door. We hid in his parent’s closet.

Marlon

You didn’t need me at all. Your eyes were a room. Your lower body was a suggestion. It was like cats in water—they’ll sit in the sink waiting for you to turn on the faucet.

Ben

I hope you are in the depths of a new invention. Far away from the trailer and the chainlinked fence. That picnic table. I imagine you in a canoe, on some Wisconsin lake.

Griffin

When I close my eyes, I can see our tennis matches. Balls bouncing, aces, winners, losers and set points. The cool August evenings. The ache of school looming.