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Jessica Cuello

The Boy of My Dreams

 

 

I loved a quiet boy. I was afraid

to look at this boy because desire

 

and panic were the same thing.

I was as open as the graves

 

in our town cemetery.

When I returned in dreams

 

the streets were wide and empty.

When I saw him again

 

heat traveled to my face.

His bare neck made me miss

 

a step.  My youth that I hated

I wanted back.

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