you liked me standing there naked in my glasses looking at myself in the mirror, watching the smoke curl up from the joint, just like my head as it reached a state a state of high. in the rafters, speaking to the huddled swallows keeping warm against a blizzard that i dont know if we felt. you were on the wooden floor looking up from between my legs, how is perspective when i can never gain yours? touch me. i thought. but i kept my glasses on, to hide behind them, lenses reflecting a little glimmer of possibility and keeping out reality. but then you grabbed my leg and pulled me to the floor, i wasnt wearing my glasses anymore.