Subhaga Crystal Bacon
Just before the alarm went off
I woke from a dream
of kissing a woman secretly
goodbye, moving our bodies
out of the sightline of a window.
The woman, my real-life partner,
become once again unknown
and pursued. Roused in the early dark,
I was confused about the journey I was to take,
wherever it was I was meant to go.
Me, who used to run in short cycles
of longing and pursuit—wishing to be loved
beyond all else, unable to do the same—
rising here from a dream of what I already have.