each drink he slid me
was stronger than the last.
i called my mother on
the east coast
while staring out the window
looking into the fog.
the evergreen trees bleed
as i tell mom how weeks have passed.
i woke to quench my thirst,
and ate the cold pizza on the counter.
all the while i held the scroll,
i liked it best watching it burn.
the evergreen mist wakes me in
the morning and whispers sweet
nothings in my ears.
check marks in all the right places,
you must be mistaken, destined
to flower, destined to vanish.

i miss you when i try not to
think about you, i miss you a lot.