Portland Metrozine, February 2021

12 Dreams I’ve had of You

Excerpt:

We met in the blue light of time’s tangled hallways before we were ever real. When we came face-to-face, I couldn’t tell you what I knew about you or what you knew about me. Only that the corridors of time conspired for us to meet at the wrong time.

I.
We were in a storage facility full of antiques. People all around us came in to eat pie. Another friend told me he hated pie, so I asked why he never returned my letters. You left your conversation with Orson Welles to come and kiss me and give me a coin dated 1535. We flipped the coin to see how we end. You told me I talked too much, too fast, and then you smiled.

II.
A German pastry chef taught me to make a thick, cinnamon paste. You were angry when I asked about your wife and explained it hurt to think of her. I put on a long, lace, burgundy gown to chase and catch a rabbit. You showed me your teeth, all pointy and snarled. I walked away.

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