Apeiron Review | Issue 5

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In Bed

Last Day

Michael Wells

Paul Kopp

We haggled over geography. It’s all arbitrary until it’s your own. At night the cat would traipse the headboard doing our hair. I urged her to take up a craft, even bought her yarn. Dreamt I died in my sleep. Awoke to be awarded a metal posthumously. We had good sex. The best you proclaimed. I complemented your verbal skills. You said nothing lasts forever.

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A far cry from the distance between the roads and the air, this settling marks quiet amongst the dunes and light burdens no one. wishing for depth unobscured meaning falls away into places secret and unkind yet vague enough to resolve in purpose.

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