low airplane's deep resonance
penetrates the sleeping skull
and dreams become worse,
the penetration changes the depth
of dreaming, the needle prick of conscience stabs remorse,
the things you didn't do,
those times you might have
captured her heart,
the time you ran
through deep grass by the pond
and tossed her ring far into
the night, her scream echoing
down Ashley Lane
until your mother woke up,
while barefoot you explained
how Jamie got in your room
and how her pink slip had
caught on the bathroom
door.
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