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i pet the cat. she glared at me and made a false move to flee, then rolled over so i had better access to her belly. i think i know how she feels.

i woke up at four in the morning to a wind storm wailing on the house like an angry child. from the state of my blankets, i could tell mortal battles had been waged in my sleep. if twisted sheets were lovers arms, no one would have to be lonely. we would fall into sleep every night with secret smiles and wait for our sweet dreams.

i have a crush on someone i've never met. i write their name on my notebooks. i call them and then hang up because i'm nervous. i keep a lookout- in every bar, every isle at the grocery store, every song on the radio. i search the space between shoulder blades, the curve of a neck, a strong hand. i wait to catch their eye in that moment that tells me they know who i am.