Sunday, May 23, 2010

Before the Deployment

by Jehanne Dubrow

He kisses me before he goes. While I, 
still dozing, half-asleep, laugh and rub my face 

against the sueded surface of the sheets, 
thinking it’s him I touch, his skin beneath 

my hands, my body curving in to meet 
his body there. I never hear him leave. 

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