The yellow tape is wrapped around

The yellow tape is wrapped around

the plastic tunnel and the slide.

It makes a flat and flapping sound

with nowhere left for it to hide.

I’m sitting on the rubber seat,

the chains are groaning in the dark.

I feel the cold beneath my feet

inside this empty, quiet park.

The moon is like a dying light

above the swings and the debris.

I’m staying out through half the night

so no one has to look at me.