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strange things happen

when sleep doesn’t.

sometimes

you happen to me.

sometimes

I live in the space in my mind

with your name on it

longer than I should,

shorter than I want to.

sometimes

I wake up to find pocketbook memories

sleeping next to me

from moments that still sound like dreaming,

from lips that have left

but I feel them every time I’m alone.

strange things happen

when I keep choosing you

at any minute,

in different ways,

I know them when the sun is awake

or I slip into them as I fall asleep

or I remember them as soon as I open my eyes.