Love’s Young Dream

We drove each other around our hometowns: “This

Is the house that Jack built. This is one place we got stoned
And stoned
And stoned and stoned and so

Wasted. We were always so wasted! Why was that? Why did I…
O you too? Mad, isn’t it—wanting
To be off our faces all the time when we were

So young!” Showing, not telling each other—ourselves.
Not listening
To each other ourselves                still very much
Children, together—in the car,
In the dark—at each other’s

Throats all the time, screaming, only into our
Own voids                echoes: please see this.