October 2010
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quick question.
What if one morning you woke from this dream?
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young love.
It was his dreams that tortured him most: his dreams contained her and so he feared sleep. The daylight brought no consolation either. Life in the sunlit city only reminded him of her every detail. The wind pushed through leaves like her sighs in the bluest shades of night. Laughter bounced from storefronts in blatant reminders of their love. Hard-heeled shoes faded from earshot like the memories...
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stay.
She puts her bra on first, just as pretense returns,
because her chest contains her heart, which beats under naked skin.
Her briefs are next, and she stands quickly to pull them on.
She hugs herself. She has been exposed and exposure can bring pain.
He is not the evil sort, just a man returning from the light of the bathroom.
She is not herself in his mirror and cannot tell what is real.
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decisions, decisions.
I can’t decide if I want much, much more or much, much less.
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