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I expected bats, fangs,
the usual openmouthed coffin.
Instead he woos me with poetry of a
sort:
"Dreams are baggy shadows
bursting their skins each dawn
and colorsplashing the
mornings" Why I fall for this, I don't
know,
But we do things in bed I don't
quite remember.
And before he leaves,
he gives me a diamond
with a prominent spot of blood
deep inside.
"We fertilized it, " he
explains.
I sleep fitfully,
naturally enough,
and dream that when he caresses my
face,
it comes off in his hands.
At dawn, when I awake, the diamond
is gone.
But there's a child now
I must feed whatever way I can |
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