Thursday, September 13, 2012


At the end of the dream I was on your couch. Sam was beside me. He pretended to ignore us. But his presence made us—made what was happening—real.

Both of you wanted to leave; you wanted out of the room. I wanted both of you to stay. These different desires were all forms of love.

Noises from outside—the encircling world—prevented us from resolving our standoff.

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