not quite a poem, rememberances

when first i was trying to get you alone
not because i'm some sort of nympho
but because
really
i wanted to talk
i thought, naively, that you'd meet me
in the emerald city
i left a trail of bread crumbs
wait
that's mixing the metaphors

instead
you blared from every radio
woke me up
winding through the verdant forest fire

finally
i found myself face to face
with totem guides
choose me
no me


[i'm falling asleep again
i'm kinda a wreck
bed now]