A

The pain is having been seen for myself –

         and then having this vision 

         disappeared.

  

  
A3.a

I love the way your brain works

Dream works:

She told him
“throat”
rhymed with
“horseman.”
    
It was too dangerous
to walk alone. Winter evening,
headlights white.

   

A8

When they were younger –
   
He’d get so angry
he’d punch a
door full of holes – till
he had to tack a sheet up.
  
She’d wake in the dark
start
and run
down and up the stairs.
  
Of course when they fucked
they would fuck standing up.

   

A11.a

They headed downhill, took
curves, found themselves
in a clearing with
rose-colored grass, circle
of stones – the ridges of
hills in the distance, dusty
December woods surround –
  
He said he thought about it
everyday.

   

A11.b

She wrote him a note
on a scrap of envelope –
Viens vite! Je veux te voir.
   
Oh, I loved it, if you can’t
tell, I’m sentimental
   
Then mimed seppuku with a
plastic knife at the pizza place.

 

 

 

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ARTWORK BY EDWARD HOPPER