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one night

in the middle of winter

moonlight flooded

the bedroom

to make it

feel a world

without end.

But looking

out the window

at the strained street,

I recalled

the smell of the

bar where Sonia

dissolved

dreams

dancing near

naked for greasy

men who

emptied their pockets

of change for a

peak.

my heart twisted

remembering

the day Sonia

said Johnny the

cop wanted her

to be his

perfect girl.

I cried recalling

the walk in the

little park where

Sonia stepped on a dry leaf

that crunched so loudly

beneath her foot she

whispered—that is

life for me. I looked

up at the moon with

my wet eyes stared

it in the face to say Sonia

with her choked heart

is trying to outlast

these splitting

days.