- I dreamt of you again last night.
On that beach at dusk
we sat close,
listening to the ocean
and watching the sky gulping ermine wisps
into an empty darkness.
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- Woken by a fly
drinking from my lip.
I flicked it off
then the pain hit me.
I remembered you were gone.
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- I'm so drained now-
by your gravestone.
My head lolls
like a crispy duck in Chinatown.
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