I dreamt us redressing in barns dreamt I could only see your back dreamt you as the warmth in my thumbs what do other people convince themselves of? I could call anything romantic I always get like this looking at hills bodies sleeping on their sides yes headless, and dreamless as pears that which is given in love cannot be taken back, Cixous wrote. I beg you, eat me up. in august I think about last august orange and swallowed and shrieking and blue I miss my old dog in my old window I miss my old dog on my old doorstep I offered pieces of myself everywhere I’ve changed over and over August—October 2020
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