Excerpts from a Dream Journal: March 8, 2011

i saw her for the first time last night in my dreams.
where to begin?
the shrill sounding of my 6:30 a.m. alarm.
her hair was brown. she wore it straight.
i was elastic:
it was her, it always had been her.
she was magnetic and i was…

some cheap and distorted replica of love.

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