at six.
somewhat aroused, wishing
Betty
was around.
then i fall
back to sleep, a strange nap
in the middle
of waking
up.
it's ten a.m. already.
the dream
is over.
i hear someone outside
chopping wood.
i wonder
who chops wood anymore,
and why.
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