when my dad
mentioned golf,
all i could think about
was when you and i played
nintendo golf, stoned.

he said something about
reading the green
and i pictured
the neon lines
and arrows
of the video game,
telling me how and where
to shoot.

i wish that
i could play life
like you played me
like the video games
when we were stoned
and didn't see the world
as it was,
but as the best version
of itself.