Dreaming about the past lives I’ve led- floating in memories,
Boy and girl playing gin. reading shakespeare.
Shadows of me throwing a beloved cup
through a glass door that I had gathered thru the trash
and laughing
as the shards rained onto the floor
for two days straight.

Riding a big wheel on dad’s driveway at age 4.A dark trash filled room in which I wrote letters to my friends.

Shaking powerful strong emotions continuing a story never told of a man
dreaming of sex outdoors with a beautiful rubensque woman in a bad neighborhood on
a beat up mattress by a yellow house,

tossing and turning and raising and falling in

sweat sweet
orgasm.
A man watched us, a street junkie perched on top of a telephone pole…
We finished at our peak
and she told me,
she had a jealous husband
Who was going to Kill me Now.