you wake up
in a cold sweat, you
are shaking
with fear, your
legs tremble
and you have a twitch
in your eye.
what is it, she
says, what's wrong.
i had a bad
dream, you tell
her, a nightmare.
what was it,
she says, wiping
your brow with
her hand. you're
pale, and cold.
oh my, look at you.
i was standing
at an altar, you
tell her in a hoarse
whipser, trying
to calm down,
and i was getting
married again.
to who, who was it?
i don't know, you
tell her.
does it matter?
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