I prefer to remember something simple
like finding you sitting cross-legged
on my unfertilized crabgrass lawn at one
o’clock in the morning staring at Cassiopeia
o’clock in the morning staring at Cassiopeia
between wild tufts of bracken fern & the tender
Pleiades blinking back down on your last bad trip
Pleiades blinking back down on your last bad trip
