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Late Junction

On Your Birthday

Distance and desire shape images, puffs in the air above the bed I sprawl upon alone. With a thin pencil I shuffle through these memories to form an ideal woman from your fragments.

Or ours. My memory; your face your hair, your arm, your unaffected wave that time; your sudden, limpet kiss; the terror of your laval love.

It doesn’t work. The incubus won’t share your birthday or my bed, eludes my scribbled spells, the pencil isn’t sharp enough to pin it. I jab and jab missing you.

© 2003-2020 Stephen Taylor
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