Dream Grrrrrl

This poem is dedicated to my crush, who has never known, all these years.


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One night, while you slept,
I captured your breath in my cupped hands,
mixed it with my own, liquored and licentious,
imbued our commingled air with incantations,
made a potion of it with all I had,
then rubbed it on your body
so I would be your dream girl,
and I was for twenty-five years
but you never knew the snarling wolf
who’s hunted you down a rain-slicked street,
past flashing motel lights,
was me.


for Poetry Thursday