You never give me your money
\nYou only give me your funny paper
\nand in the middle of negotiations
\nyou break down<\/p>\n
I never give you my number
\nI only give you my situation
\nand in the middle of investigation
\nI break down<\/i><\/p>\n
She was an approachable flower, with shoulder-length strands of blond hair and uncommonly beautiful features. She reminded me of someone; she contained fragments of real life, of Kara, of Elizabeth, between whom I think I’ve spoken five words, if that. But that’s what gives them access to the dreams–that position on the perimeter of my consciousness, not having been thought about for weeks, months, on end, only to come cascading back like they had been on the forefront of my mind all along. But it really isn’t about real life. I don’t associate those recognizable bits and pieces of the dream with the people I know here on this side of sleep; the dream will be the dream and is taken in itself.<\/p>\n
And after all that posturing, it’s fading quickly now. I was carrying several large duffel bags as we were going on a trip somewhere; I don’t know where, just away, we were going to be by ourselves and it was going to be an adventure; that impression I remember. We weren’t officially together, though. There were unspoken things in the air between us, things that I wanted to say and do–there was no reason I could foresee for our status apart. We were in the airport near a collection of low couches, standing, waiting, talking, and I bent down and kissed her… I remember the quality of the kiss, the movement of it. She was home<\/i>, and we were departing for adventures together. I didn’t want to wake this morning. Not like I ever do–somedays I do; I’ll take it back–but this morning was particularly acute.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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