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Sydney Roberts Jun 2023
I fainted on the train.
Knees weak, face flush, fast fall
down onto the bike rack.
I went blind. Faces clouded in white 
carried me off and my mind 
turned to sawdust and jelly and a dreamy haze.

I dreamt of you,
the dalliance of winters past,
the tempter.
Those Black Hole eyes that see through me.
My nemesis, my rash, my everything.

My wiggle knees are settled down, I’m okay.
EMTs talk through me
This happens on the train every day,
(so they say.)
I am not afraid. I am thirsty. I am on the way to Hospital.
I’m okay.

— The End —