i dreamed we held hands meandering down avenues winding through underpasses
we spent all your money on party gags and pirate flags
we crawled in the foot of your parents' bed and curled up among their shins while they told us the secrets of navigating the earth's oceans

i dreamed about the book your dad has in his massive library, the one about forest trolls and sea nymphs, and you climbed my limbs and you kissed my lips for the first time again, just like when we were kids
you warned me about leaving fingerprints

see, these nights in front seats, song in my head held captive to the twilight train whistle, years of my lust led waste to this awful awful place
proofreading my panic, commas dot dot dot one drip at a time down the spine of a middle school spiral meant for binding my scribbles hooked my thoughts and soon thereafter
out spilled my FEEEEEELINGS...

twangy guitars and dirty boots
i look around and all i see is plastic plastic plastic plastic plastic plastic plastic the mountains of plastics the plural PLASTICS, they grow and grow...