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 Jun 2014 Sean C Johnson
brooke
those aren't dreams, those are goals*
I stopped using that puny voice
and hiding behind the avocados
in my cobb salad. and who are
you to to define the space between
my fingers, the gaps between my
teeth? Dear Wyatt, feel honored
because for a moment you breathed
my dreams.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.


he doesn't define you.
I find it incredible that after two decades, I still have no idea what I'm doing
But somehow, my lips on yours came as easy as a habit.


Oh God.
How naturally I ruin everything.
After a long night away from you
I'm leaving you behind again

You're quite alright with my going out
you're not the jealous type
and I'm certainly fortunate for you
you're always there for me..

But this morning, I looked at you once
as I walked through the door..
Blankets covering you
yet you're still naked and cold..
There I stood, feeling pretty guilty

I just wanted to curl into you..
I know if I did, though, I'd never leave
I'd stay with you all day
and never regret it, I never have
"I'll be back tonight, I promise,
just you and me
and my cat."
An ode to my bed.
 Apr 2014 Sean C Johnson
brooke
"well if he's god he
already knows my
tricks, and I'm always
playing tricks, I can't
ask for something without
and ulterior motive, so I don't
ask at all.

I didn't bother with it anymore"
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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