Even in dreamscape his visage knocked
her back. Turing an amalgamated corner
brought together from various venues
in her past, he appeared suddenly
The hair: shorter; he seemed: slimmer.
Unsmiling until she caught his eye
but even then… shock.
Her throat is hoarse for no good reason
and she drags herself out of bed, furiously
ripping off the bra she slept in. Raccoon
eyes betray another night of drinking,
but she could care less. In the dream, she
felt stunning and he, with a trim, and a thin
face, looked like he might want her back.