Before

Instead of reading Shakespeare
she becomes him; now the words
words words are hers.

Unrelated:

I dreamt envy.

The dream itself
had images
and players
but they were

superficial–subtitles

on a silent film.

Let’s watch it over and over again.

I miss her smell
but can’t remember
what it is.

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