Daydreaming 

I don’t dream of you at all.
At night my thoughts rest,
from an entire day daydreaming of you.

Daily my stare sticks to the sunlight
glaring from the building sides,
and my brain sinks into my chest.

I don’t dream of you at all.
At night my thoughts rest,
before another day daydreaming of you.

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Egypt

I once heard
if your body mirrors theirs,
that your hand cradles your chin,
your legs spread open the same way,
You’re in tune with one another.

This time I forced fate.
Led my head back,
cornered my eyes to match
her thighs

and copied some stupid
movie scene by teaching
her to pronounce, pro-NOW-nce
Egypt, the wrong way,

because her way sounded sweeter.

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