easy visions of hopeful future days boys with dark scarves and fingertips and tongues carved like needles
unwound with blue lace smoke like curling paper scraps
the sky is violet yellow and gray and aching the trees are paintbrush silhouettes
home stock draining roots i caress your ball-bearing palms like drawing lilies from water's edge inside the sunbeam we cannot see
dreams of once upon a time late nights held between bitten fingernails and chapped lips of fourteen years old a smoke hazy and ***** loss of consciousness