Our Travel Plans Got Dark
your dreams lurked about the woods risking barbed wire fences that tore our shirts and once my right tit/ i still have that scar/ i do not know why i thought of it as your tree but i did/ mainly because you put a claim on it in much the same way you put a claim on me/ our travel plans got dark under the shadows of the crows that did not like the fact we came to dangle our legs and we were not all that drunk but perhaps a little, we were going to run away to california, but it had become undone/
