You're just across the room from me and twelve years ago, lying on the couch and listening to Wild Is The Wind again, the Cat Power version. What were we up to that morning, drinking coffee, seeing how good we were at purring? Dangerous to live so long in the same place. I keep bumping into ourselves like this, any time of night or day, doomed smiles on our faces, and have to look away.
162nd Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: WILD IS THE WIND