everything has changed,
everything is changing still?
That even though I wanted
that change, initiated it, fueled
it, part of me wants to go back
to last summer, before Bree
reawakened, before I went
looking for the monster.
Before I met Trey. Should I
say that, even though he has assuaged
certain hungers, brought me
to a level of love I didn’t believe
I would ever experience, fear
of losing him later makes me
think it might be better to lose
him now? [Don’t even think it. You
don’t want to lose him ever.]
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s perfect.”
It’s Late Saturday Afternoon
Before Trey takes me home.
Two whole days, and two
whole nights, together.
We played in the snow
with the girls, watched
movies on Pay Per View.
Got high, talked with Brad.
Talked with each other. Kissed.
Talked. Kissed some more.
Last night was magical,
filled with monster-fed sensations,