Sometimes I want

To threaten someone

With an,

“I’ll go Vegas on your ass!”

It’s not a threat,

But it isn’t a promise.

 

Growing up in Vegas,

You knew parking lots

And movie theatres.

 

You knew mesa’s

And hot leather seats.

 

You knew

Jumping off roofs of

Tiled rooftops

And climbing back

Up

Into windows.

 

You knew pools,

And kissing,

And missing,

And wanting

Enough

To create

The world

Where we lived.

Dancing between

Slot Machines.

And riding

Casino elevators.