Santorini Island
Don't talk to me about made-up things,someday things,not now. 
I am only half here.Every time I close my eyes,I am back in Texas,twenty-three again,and looking for a dump I can afford.
You are talking,but I am thinkingabout Santorini Island, a place I have never been,where the domes and railingsare the same bright blueas the sea.
Then I am back in Texas again,the landlord waving his hand,saying yes, yes,that can be cleaned/fixed/hauled awayand do I have the deposit andnext month's ...