i dreamt of an abandoned building
raised in creek rock and left to rot.
the foundation was solid
but kudzu took the roof
and covered the windows.
vines and shade climbed three stories.
i was invited inside

and i found the place alive.
massive Luna moths 
dangled like chandeliers.
someone was brewing coffee.
and all the empty rooms buzzed
with desperate women dressed in white
looking to get shed of their men.