Waking Up After a Nap During Election Day

He is an exercise in humility:

What I cannot have or be.

The chances of our meeting

and his perfection are

darkly astronomical.

There are plenty of others

whose riches I cannot have,

why envy him?

We are similar in sprit

but have different fortunes.

It is unfair and upsetting.

In the darkness before I sleep

I imagine my hands around

the supple skin of his neck.

It is pale and quivers

as he breathes and swallows,

as he lays his head backwards.

As I press harder I could

feel on my cheek his breath

fading away and returning,

tides of air from his nostrils,

his life entering and exiting,

his windpipe a flute

a lone instrument

in a Requiem.

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Ann Bogle, May 14, 2013

"We are similar in sprit/
but have different fortunes."

Excellent. "A" not minus. A hair of a fraction of a grade point off for "exercise in humility" as if others can exercise humility in one.

I hate envy. I'd prefer to wring its little neck. It's a killer.

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