the imagery in your

old love notes comes

to life; the vines you once

drew in the margins 

growing around our feet.

[we fall farther

into

fantasy.]

but we are nothing

more than stupid kids

at a high school party,

experimenting with

marijuana in the dim lights

of a basement, melting 

into

static 

and lights that 

lead us 

astray.

[and we were

once such good

kids.]