you asked me to meet you in a dream
yes, i will, i replied swiftly
for a moment’s pleasure seems
far more important than honesty.
have you ever watched a mushroom grow?
some have spores which, at night, glow
they come alive and spread and know
in summer with their seeds to sew.
to kill your hero seems as bitter
i truly am an awful knitter
the tapestries we weave together
might have left alone been better.