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Monthly Archives: December 2007

Who?

She says she’s over it.
She tells her dream. [Ten months apart the dreams are similar.]
She hasn’t really called in weeks. [Although love still controls her heart.]
She can’t handle it.
She never could.
She excites.
She entices.
She’s a mystery.
She’s innocent.
She’s guilty.
She’s far away.
She doesn’t know.
She does.

Brown Comforter

She said, “C’est le Jardin d’Éden,” in broken childlike French.
In perfect English, he said, “I am the Old Man in the Sea.”
They were both learning as they lay together on the cream floral printed sheets, the comforter kicked to the floor. She always did this in motel and hotel rooms, no matter how nice they [...]