vermont

do you remember, vermont like a drug? and like all good drugs, once it worked its way through our bodies, we could no longer tell who we were or where our legs stopped growing and where the earth began. and like all good drugs, it snowed in our little room, cold and bright and the stars stabbed out twinkling white. and like all good drugs, it pumped and churned its way on through our bodies and with it washed the very trees and hills of vermont. sunlight like a watercourse through every branch and leaf. and the sun rose in our little room and the birds spoke in our little room, and the temperature dropped in our little room, and you smiled wide in our little room, teeth like the snow tucked away in the corners of vermont. and the city lights blazed like people dragging on their cigarettes in vermont. orange and all the colors we love. and when our tongues formed words, but one escaped, vermont.
and like all good drugs, their courses spent, our little room saw no snow and the city lights burned out long ago, but your smile stayed behind, to say thanks to vermont.

posted by drew carlascio