Infinitive (November)

Try to november the kind of remember when books were closed now, geography and history put away in the desk, as friends had in store escapes to rivers or clubs in jasmine lanes where music was cheap but rich as paintings of gold imaginings the eye had never seen nor the mind concluded with; the kind of remember with one especially, your shared mayhem of rave, your overthrow of appearance, now a new warmth is in the bloodstream, better than a drug, more lasting than any wine, whom you go with along familiar streets you’d never noticed like that before.