Dream Sequence #23

Slow destruction of firelight,
          and the good vampires
were winning.

You'd called from a station
         to tell me the night's folly
so I flew because I could.

I was acing algebra 
      which seemed so unlikely,
and marrying a ginger.

 A store sold all
     the matches to lost earrings
and it wasn't cheap

but there they were, 
   everything I'd forgotten displayed
brand new and tempting.