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Morning Love Poem

Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly,
something you were allergic to.

And you were gone, like that.

You don’t have even a single allergy,
but still. The dream cracked. Cars nose-dived

off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes
dreams slip poison, make the living

dead then alive again, twirling
in an unfamiliar room.

It’s hard to say I need you enough.

Today I did. Walked into your morning
shower fully clothed. All the moments

we stop ourselves just because we might
feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet.

-Tara Skurtu, first published in the minnesota review, found via Poetry Storehouse where you can also hear a beautiful recording

Video of the Day – Gorgeous, Dreamy “Ambien”

‘Ambien’ by Sarah Sloat from Nic Sebastian on Vimeo.

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