untitled II
she had a dream that they had talked about him, briefly, suddenly, fiercely.
she said, "i worry about him"
they said, "he needs someone," and she broke inside knowing it could never be her.
but she agreed and told them how she had been drawn to him in a baffling impossible way at three am on a cold night while everyone else slept but what she really wanted to tell them was about the way she burned thinking about him and that she would never be the same again.

passion is never preceeded by anything. but it bores such a hole - deep, fast, hot - that it is followed by a numbing hollowness. an emptiness bigger than he.

she woke up feeling very calm.