

“Rowing the campground up by the lake where we swam.
We were hunting for snakes,
but we couldn’t find them.
…
But it’s just me in my room,
with my eyes shut.
When I was seventeen, my mother said to me
"Don’t stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die.”
Now I pull a wanton carriage,
instead of the horses, grazing along.
I was having fun.
We were all having fun.“
EAK