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2 AM At this moment as we lie together in bed, our naked backs, one to the other, his purring, rhythmic snore blends with the whirring hum of the ceiling fan; And I wonder do the hose I bought for the wedding Saturday match my dress will we get married someday my family adores him is the phleghm filled hacking of my mother's cough getting worse will she die soon Grandpa's been gone almost a year would he be proud of me will the rent check clear did I transfer that money I left the water on outside I want to spend the rest of my life with this man next to me... Slowly I roll over and pull the plaid chambray sheet across my bare shoulders. My breasts are pressed against him; I feel the August night on his spine. is his mind ever this chaotic no, I think, never And I thank God only one of us is crazy. |
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