There were dogs all over the city.
I bolted an arrow to the air.
They barked at the sound of my metaphysical drilling.
Sometimes I try to yank my arrow towards me,
but mostly it chuckles and I walk by. Mostly
I pretend I wasn't walking by for it.
The people we see in our dreams, they're dreaming, too:
people on the bus, the little girl staring
at my tights, the
dogs, all of the people I've had sex with.
I slept with another woman, once.
We drank Hot Toddy and almost fell asleep in a movie.
The anticipation was unreal. I had always known.
Her lips were too soft. My hands, for the
life of them, couldn't figure out what to do next.
I held them very still. I waited
for it to be over. I pretended to be asleep.
The next morning, I was found ill at foul
news of the crossword. Saturday is actually
the hardest. Sunday is just a big Thursday.
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