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With a Wink While I Dream

Two stamps, three bills
my story doesn't fit
like a glove left behind
              on the bus
wary of the last guy
at the last stop, still
angry fist with bell

thumb at Brighton ski shop
filled with bikes on sale
much weather, fewer words
              "We need to get serious
              about measurement."
dripping...
              "You are not fat."
still I don't care
what we get from there
just how we order
              for me—
I finger the heart
splat in the dust
separately wonder
about the soft wine sweater—
              "What if it spills?"