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Oct 2019
Naked on the bed.
Crumpled sheets
             tossed aside.
Unsettled strains.
          Musical snippets waft from
          god-knows-where.

Overhead
     a
fan spins.        

Breeze on skin.
What does it mean anyway?
           The fan?
                     The spinning?
                                What the hell does it mean?

You see it in movies sometimes;
      the fan… spinning
         a room… spinning
            the moment… spinning
               spinning…
            spinning…
      spinning…               off into some sort of premonition
                                      or foreshadow of disaster.

Like in the script from some film.
     One of those with
                                      the dark edges  
           and the loud


           silences.

What does it mean?              
           What the hell could it possibly mean?
            
                           Does it mean anything at all?

Maybe,
   all it means is
        it’s too **** hot

tonight.

                            yeah
                            might be that’s all it means.

                                           ok…
Written by
Jeff Lewis  59/M/Earth
(59/M/Earth)   
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     annh, camila and Fawn
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