At night.

>You were in my bed, black tank-topped
somehow more solid than Ive ever known you to be.
Your sweaty skin,
older, maybe?
You called me ‘baby.
I rolled over and we
clutched and squeezed each other into
urgent air.

You turned into someone else
over and over again
so many different people
I stopped breathing
woke up screaming
pillow clutched in my arms
wet from missing you.

its scary to have dreams
that are so close to home
and when I’m alone
the stories almost break my bones


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