What I wanted, was a six foot pole in a summer rain storm. Or maybe just a leaf falling 100 feet south of a pine tree top. Dear friend, yell at me, scream at me when I’m wrong.

Once we sat in a car and got high – we were in a parking lot in the middle of perfection. I thought we were invisible.

Later, I slept walked to the river bend. You left your knife under your pillow so when you woke me, asking to help save them, I wasn’t in any danger. All I wanted was for you to reciprocate my feelings. Key word: wanted. I say honesty and your thesaurus mouth replies I live in fiction, exaggeration, deception. We took the same turn onto two different roads. Now we can’t stay here.

My wish is – I see now. That water and fire can’t mix.