11.10.04 - 8:10 p.m.

the other night i dreamt about san francisco,
almost 3 in the morning and all of us in shirtsleeves
my arm around your waist and jasons hand in mine.
we were hurrying to eat, but laughing and you said
we'll be late and i said theyre open 'til three, matt
do you remember? and he turned around, kissed
our cheeks and nodded while a tiny arrow bobbed
over his head. i sighed, cheeks tired from
smiling and rested on your shoulder,
thanked you for coming. jay rode his motorcycle
past and we waved. time slowed down and your features
grew fuzzy and i squeezed jasons hand as sleep slipped away