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Jessy Randall Dream of RodI dreamed of you again, Rod -- you were younger, like in high school, when I never knew you; you looked like a yearbook picture. We were in a ballroom, a huge room with a chandelier and you were being a jerk and I told you so. You said "I guess you don’t like me very much"; you were laughing and I started to cry because you were so wrong. We were sitting on the sides and then suddenly we were naked in the middle of the floor; we were having sex in front of everyone but no one was there. You came like cake batter on my face, my neck, my stomach and my arms, and I went away and washed it off. It was bitter but I didn't care and there in the mirror my arms were all scratched. I was bleeding and how happy this made me because for three weeks I had proof: I could remember you. |
| Jessy Randall is Curator of Special Collections at Colorado College. Her poems have appeared in Antietam Review, Mudfish, and Painted Bride Quarterly. Her online chapbook, Dorothy Surrenders, is at 2river.org; her paper chapbook, Slumber Party at the Aquarium, is available from Unicorn Press. Visit her website. |