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on paving stones (what might have been) MAG

May 11, 2016
By chessi.maria PLATINUM, Brooksville, Maine
chessi.maria PLATINUM, Brooksville, Maine
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twisting in bed (restless)
heels on paving stones:
clicking a dark trench
coat and lipstick so
electric red: staining,
like wine like cherry juice.
I dream about you.

rain pattering on asphalt
(I dream about her)
rain clacking insistent
like the ticking from my
bed stand. I lie awake
in my garret room.
(I only saw her once but)

and my doctor’s asthmatic
inflections echoing …
stumbling through my brain.
(I only saw her once
and she didn’t even
smile but) roll and turn.
and he says it was that
suntan, cultivated
as a teenager (I don’t really
know myself) rain in my

restless dreams like heels clicking
on paving stones. and I
chew my asthmatic doctor’s
statements thoroughly
in my head (he said
it could be weeks or months
but not years)

and I only saw her once.
just once but I’m just glad.
I’m glad I saw her face
just once before I died.



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