wednesday morning.

i'm thinking back to when we were young
and eating donuts
with a set of plastic vampire teeth
that we were passing back and fourth.
we weren't so young as to
think a dog was a horse.
nor were we old enough yet to name
the cold purpose of musical chairs.
we were like-minded spirits
ekeing out a rhythm
whispering transmissions
through wet winter mittens.
growing up on toboggan hill
nothing was material.

i'm thinking back to when we were young
if only to find out
forensically
what it was
we used to
want.