I Live in the Twentieth Twenty-First Century
for Marcia not Marcia
I live in the Twentieth Twenty-first Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt helpless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep [unless you let me do that thing we talked about, remember…?]
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