A Dream of Contrition

in the dream there are two x’s,
each represents the same girl
at different points in our graph.

one of them I can see but she is
merely variable. she is always
the same. uneasy and bounding,

all cataclysmic eyes. she represents
the best friend from 12 to say 24.
the other figure is never revealed.

I’m there to chase one and find
the other. In this life, here, at this
table, you are in the habit of taking

firecrackers inside. Last time we
touched, your hair was in your face.
I am a traitor to you.

by Lauren Hilger

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