you obtrude yourself into my dreams, and yesterday i woke over and over throughout the short night. your face weaving in and out of my mind, the blankets twisted in a dark heap at my feet.
yesterday, i sat in a familiar crowd, in an ordered, sterile space of powder-blue. aircond on full blast. black opaque tights, a navy-and-cream print skirt of full layers, all polish on the outside.
and then i blinked, and a tear slid down my cheek. my lips were salt like the wind on that strange evening when we came out of the sea and sat in the sand together to tell our stories.
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