Blue Women Dream

To hover over a girl’s supine face—

(trapped in someone else’s ceiling)

To drag fingers of hope,

To leave me alone with this,

To rest where I beg them,

To lunge from her dream,

To taste metal,

To scratch her gums— (as

she bites down)

To force herself awake,

To face the dregs of her

every day—

(which still lingers,

as I do, above her,

as half-remembered

waste &

as half-dreamed

hope

on her fingers—

just in case).

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