Teenage Smog

I know you
like every raindrop on my street
like state lines I've ne'er breached
like a careless suburban childhood
where the sun always goes down too early
and night brings the heavy weight of maturity and crickets
carefully sanctioned by back yard camping trips
basking in the light from a neighbor's kitchen window
Like something too big to be seen
like how a bat finds a moth
by manipulating dimensions,
something I've yet to learn.