November 2010; Manic Runaway
Trying to remember the psych ward and all the rest
gives me post-post traumatic stress
I wonder: tall ferns, low moss
If you fell in love with me on the island,
a manic runaway.
See through dress and casual sex,
Bob Dylan in a bakery,
beaches & my VW
An old boyfriends mirror-
In our eyes we saw the rest of our lives.
You’re still here.