How Not To Love

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I wake up and you’re gone. Abruptly, as if with a dream. I look for clues. The pillow is damp— a memorialized patch of grey on the white. Sweat? Tears? Dribble, perhaps. You sleep with your mouth open, your lips apart in frozen, erotic astonishment. Or mid-climax? I like watching you sleep your dead sleep, […]