Remember what it was like to be high?
And not on what ifs and jitters?
Back when you were more than a mosh pit of feelings
Of nothingness
and raindrops disintegrating across the car window
All wind and laughter
Heaviness diffused in sandalwood oils
A full-blown fall leaves lover
Milly Quezada’s Vive!, on repeat
Yours truly, instant Prozac
Back when a swallowtail butterfly was an answered prayer
And your body did not resist you
Still held you,
still
Wow! What a terrific poem. That title! I love how the whole thing operates as a series of questions.