in the dream i tell you how often i wake screaming at losing you, to find you gone. my heart thrills in the bed as it does with you almost there.
there was a floor-wide party and you're there on a staircase turning around, with an entourage, your mother and brothers and friends. i say, 'oh fuck.' everybody already knows. we go off to talk and my chest is always thumping. we say little. you listen, and talk, and say how things are, and this is a separate place. i tell you of the dreams. the dream ends there.
Monday, May 20, 2013
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