When we were smaller
than we are now
we pregamed
before doing all sorts of things.
Things we preferred
not to be
all there for.
Optional. In a way. Can you
blame us? Things changed.
So did you. So did I. So did they.
Optional. In the way. Can you
blame us
for not wanting to be
all there for
all sorts of things
I still do not talk about
in speakable turns?
When we were smaller
than we are now
we pregamed
before going out
because you were broke as hell and
I was a wreck in perpetual motion
charging down a hill yet to level
and broke as hell too.
Optional. In no way.
If you turn the shutter speed
down real low
there is lapse light in every corner
of the four cornered room. Light
on every street, cornered.
Things we preferred not to be,
and then things changed.
So did you. So did they.
So I lied.
