linger like the moon

sometimes I imagine your bed

and you, in it

murmuring incoherently

between restless gusts of sleep

frustrated by the dreams

where you still can’t escape

your own idiosyncrasies

stomach in celtic knots

fate’s clever

and cruel manner

of reminding you

that you’re handsome

not invincible

so the story goes

i linger like the moon

a distant gravitational

orbiting around memories

of your bed

and you, in it

a. duncan, 2018











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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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