24 August 2007

#16 10/12/04 -- 3/4/08

So busy since I’ve been back [from Ireland]; I have not had a chance to relax. School has started again.

Last night I dreamt of a king-size bed in the back of a pick-up truck and his hand on my thigh.

I’m not sure how to be a good wife. Ireland broke me back into this “going out” mode. I have friends, things to do again. Does it last?

look down at the
watch, tell him the
time. You know
you’re supposed to be somewhere —
the dream you had
last night of his hand
on your thigh —
you wanted the back
of the bed to fold
in and suffocate
you — how you can
live another life there —
in your dream
people don’t wear
aren’t wearing watches


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