yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
Author: A. Violet
Nora wouldn’t look at Charlie.
He couldn’t know how the wind screaming at the corners of the house had already torn the shutters off her…
and you haven’t smiled
at me all week…
when I tell you
something in excitement
and you breathe
in that way
and purse your lips…
The neighbors
may think
I’m a weirdo,
and maybe I am…
Well, they aren’t liars
so much as they have giant
imaginations
and I fall for the tall tales…
I need to look,
to focus,
but I would need eyes…
Remember how
your hand on my waist
sent a thrill rippling
through my body…
I didn’t say
you shouldn’t
worry about me…
there’s a poem,
locked away
somewhere
I don’t remember…
