Thursday, July 5, 2012

Warm pillow, cool pillow

A fear of death, but that is really a fear of other things. A fear of not remembering a saltwater smell on a Gulf coast. A fear of disembodiment, a loss of warm breath settling on my neck. A fear of blindness, deafness, muteness. Impossible to wake up and find you still pressed into the pillow beside me.

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