in the morning I always remember
hearing them,
these whispers in the night that come
to me
that come to me not so gently anymore
as before
and just when I notice they have been
here
I awake into a seductive angry silence
thinking
a response is entirely necessary but as
always
remember nothing of the words spoken or
of
their meaning subliminally transferred
into my
as it rested not so securely on the
satin pillow
that I stole from my last divorce so I
could
remember that which never occurred so I
began to whisper into her ear is soft
syllables
that she should leave very soon and
soon she did.
14Oct
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