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Where I Went Instead of Paris

In the city, out windows, I fit his face

onto the faces of other men and boys

and look away before it fades.

I have learned to fly by running fast,

though the waking body won’t comply.

His face is the face of all men

not my husband; I see him everywhere.

In the next dream I shave my head

and find my skull misshapen. In the next dream

I am raped in the elevator. The doorman

steps over my body. He has your face.