From Dreams: Anthropology Girl

I dreamt of a girl I haven’t thought of in years
Pale skin and bleached blond hair
Though I always like her more in her natural brunette
In yoga pants with a cigarette
Sharing our time in conversation
About everything from Tolkien to Hawking
And in this dream
I held her head in my hands, pulled her in for a kiss
Despite the makeup caked on to hide what she’s made of
We made up, we made out, we made it
We messed around with each other’s heart
The kind of fleeting support that sticks
As a casual thought in the back of the mind
What a good time
Doesn’t need to last
Only to have existed

From Dreams: Anthropology Girl

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