God would be the first to
agree that we should’ve been friends by now
but there is always that awkwardness,
it is just me?
Even our children sense it, their
little faces with some knowing quality
like lifting light with their
I dreamed I was visiting
while your children napped
and you were anything but awkward
with my own never napping son.
You were preparing food with chit chat
& you were two people at once,
the real and the imagined you. And you were
her. The friendly myth. Quiet sound.
Bumping my knee.
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