knowing Trey’s not here, but
feeling him next to me
anyway. Next to…
Voices. Where
are the voices? I want
to find them. Need to find them,
can’t say why. But it’s dark here.
I run, searching, until some foreign
vine wraps itself around my
ankles, stopping my feet
cold, strapping
my body in
place while the rest
of me flies. Insane! It’s so
easy to fly, and I rise over ever
green spires, granite cathedrals,
slip into the troposphere,
surf vertical winds,
still seeking…
Voices
Voices, again. The same,
but not. Little voices.
Girls. Little girls.
Can’t find them now. I’m
flying.
Male voices, bigger.
One voice. Two.
Two men.
Not now. I’m
flying toward